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You bolted upright from a dead sleep. Your boyfriend sat up sleepily rubbing his eyes then looking at you with concern.
“Are you okay?” Prompto asked you blearily.
“I had a night terror,” you managed, though you were actively hyperventilating.
Your heart was pounding like a heavy metal drummer. Your chest felt like it might explode. Sobs rocked your body. Your PTSD was out of control. It’s like you were there again. You tried desperately to find anything to ground you. A fit of dizziness came over you as Prompto took your hand.
“Hey,” Prompto’s voice was the anchor you needed to pull you closer to reality, “you gotta breathe,” he said slowing his own breath “like this. Deep breaths follow me.”
He breathed with you until your breaths evened out then asked “Do you want me to hold you?”
You nodded, and as the sobs died down you noticed he was humming gently to you. You focused on the melody trying hard to place it. It gave you something to focus on.
Once you had calmed down he asked, “Do you want to talk about it or would you rather have me distract you with something. I could show you the pictures I took today on my camera, I got some good ones.”
“Can I see what you have on your camera?” you replied, not wanting to bring the memories to mind.
You sat there going through images for quite some time. This was common to do after your night terrors since you started dating Prompto. Something about seeing what he saw beautiful or meaningful made you feel better. Something about HIM made you feel better. For the umpteenth time you laid in his arms falling asleep again as he showed you pictures.