Marcus POV
To say his night had been bad would have been an understatement.
It had been exhausting, painful, and confusing. The same pattern would repeat throughout the night. Marcus would finally doze off after one of the ‘attacks’, falling into a restless sleep, only to be woken up by the next bout of pinches and stabs.
Every time his unit had wanted to call the doctor, the pain would subside and disappear, as if it had all been in his head. But it wasn’t. One time he swore he could even feel hands wrapping around his throat.
Then finally, during the early morning hours, the pain had vanished completely and Marcus had finally been able to get some actual sleep.
“How are you feeling this morning?” Benjamin asked when Marcus sat up in bed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Exhauste
