We lay in bed for the rest of the night and I don’t know how long we were up or when I fell asleep. During that time Elliot stayed by my side, continuing to console me, and we were quiet, staying away from any topic that could lead me to have another panic attack. I could hear the sound of Elliot’s heart beating as I was leaning against him and I listened to relax me, but it didn’t help me from having nightmares. It wasn’t like it was having nightmares, but memories like I was reliving them from certain pieces I recalled that would wake me up in fright. I woke up gasping as if I was holding my breath and I was still hazy from the dream I was startled when I felt my shoulder being grabbed. I moved away as I panicked and almost tried to push away when Elliot grabbed my arms, trying to have me look at him.
“Hey, it was just a bad dream, Michael,” he told me as he pulled me to lay down and I felt myself gasping. “You're okay. Remember, you’re home.”
