Elder McKinley used to hate the Hell Dreams. He would try to keep himself awake and live on as little sleep as possible so he wouldn't have to deal with them.
Then he met Elder Price.
At first, Elder McKinley thought Elder Price was the type who would never break the rules. He seemed like the perfect "goodie two shoes" type, and Elder McKinley hated him for that.
But that first night, he was proven wrong. He woke up screaming, as he always did. The other Elders just ignored it, but then his door flung open. It was Elder Price.
"I heard screaming. Are you okay?"
Elder McKinley attempted to compose himself. "Oh. Yes. Hello, Elder Price. I was just…don't worry about it."
Elder Price frowned. "Hell Dream?"
There was no point in hiding it—everyone had had it at some point. "Yeah."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I…yeah. I'm fine." Holding in his real feelings, like always.
"You're a horrible liar, you know that?" Elder Price sat down on the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Well, I can't sleep either. I never can the first night in a new place."
"But you're breaking the rules."
"I know." He spread himself out on the bed, not caring that there was barely enough room for one of them on there.
"This…I'm sorry, Elder, but this isn't right." He wanted it so badly, but he was the leader. He had to do the right thing here.
"Shut up and let me tell you a story."
Elder Price began mumbling some fairy tale—what it was didn't matter. What mattered was that he was staying. Even though it meant breaking the rules, he still lay there, comforting Elder McKinley like no one ever had done before.
This happened again the next night, and the next night, and the next night.
Soon, Elder McKinley began looking forward to the Hell Dreams, knowing that it meant that Elder Price would soon be there to calm him.
Only Elder Price, he thought, Would be able to take something that's supposed to be a punishment and turn it into a good thing.