How would Arthur react to his s/o after a nightmare? And how would he react if they comforted him after one himself?? Thank you for your hard work!
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WHEN YOU HAVE A NIGHTMARE
You woke up in the middle of the night with sweat rolling down your brows. The same nightmare has plagued you for weeks, and you are unsure what to do. You feel scared and anxious, and you don't know where to turn for help. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down, but you can't stop the images from your mind. You tell yourself that tomorrow will be a better day.
It was hard enough to get Arthur to go to sleep, so you didn't want to bother him. Despite your efforts to not wake him, you felt him stir in the bed beside you. Your panicked breathing must have woke him. You held your breath, hoping that he would go back to sleep but he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Arthur reached over and turned the bedside lamp on, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on.
"What's the matter, darling?" He asked with a yawn.
"N-Nothing," you stammered and wiped your brow. "I've been having the same nightmare for weeks. I kept dreaming about your passing and it was terrible. I know that it won't happen for a while, but the thought scares me to death."
"Awe, darling," he soothed softly as he got out of bed and took your hand. "Come. I'll make you some tea and we can talk more about it, yeah?"
It was common for Arthur to stay up late. Despite knowing it was harmful to his health, he needed to get some extra work done sometimes. There was something a little different about tonight. He found himself unable to focus. His thoughts were racing and he couldn't seem to get anything done. He decided that he should stop and get some rest. So, he did.
His sleep lasted maybe five hours before he jolted awake and sat up straight. He had been dreaming of a nightmare, one in which he was being chased by a mysterious figure in the darkness. He was breathing heavily and felt a deep sense of dread in his chest. His dream was so vivid and real that his body reacted to it as if he was actually being chased. His heart raced and his breathing was rapid, as if he was in a real state of fear.
You stirred at the quick movement on your husband's side of the bed. When you heard his heavy breathing, you opened your eyes and sat up as you stretched out your muscles. Seeing Arthur in such a state, your expression softened. You reached over and pulled him into your embrace as your fingers ran through his hair.
"It's okay," you assured him as he wrapped his arms around you to catch his bearings. It hurt you to see him like this. "You're safe. I'm right here."
