His shout hits me like a gunshot in the middle of the night.
I jump from my bed immediately, clutching a robe around myself. It's been a while since he had a night terror, and I'd thought the worst was over. This one sounds particularly bad.
I struggle with myself over what to do. In the end, I walk to his room barefooted. Surprisingly, his door is not locked, so I go in quietly. It's dark in here, but till I fully confirm that he's wearing clothes, I don't relax. I'm not going to stay here like a creep while he sleeps naked.
He looks like he's in pain. His fingers are tight on the sheets, and he's heaving. I wonder where he is. Which old battles he's fighting. I crawl in beside him and simply keep a hand over his back, feeling the soft sheen of sweat on his skin despite the night ai
