VI
Oh my dear
I will wait for you
And grace tonight
Will pull us through
- "Oh My Dear" by Tenth Avenue North
Shortly after he begins going to the therapist, his nightmares become worse than ever. You panic until she tells you it's normal. After all, he's bringing pain to the forefront.
One night you've had enough. When he wakes up, stifling a scream, biting his knuckles until they bleed, you are there. You hold him to yourself, and he clutches your nightshirt. You find yourself running your hand through his hair, murmuring that it's all right even though it isn't, trying to calm him. Eventually he falls asleep in your arms.
You could leave, but you stay. You stay every night.