I completed checking my patients and started getting ready to go home and meet my sweet wife who must be waiting for my arrival. I didn't want to make her wait anymore so I swiftly went to my car and started going home.
I reached home around 9.15 pm. The lights were switched on in the hall area letting me know that she is awake. I eagerly went inside with a plastered smile on my face. When I entered i couldn't find her anywhere near the hall or even kitchen. I thought she might be using the bathroom. So I called out her name, but got the frozen silence in return, which wasn't a good sign at all.
I went into our room by slowly opening the door, thinking that she might be sleeping due to tiredness. As assumed she indeed was laying on bed, but she looked uncomfortable even while laying on our own bed.
I felt something was wrong. So I went near her and had a clear look at her face. She was sweating a lot and it seemed like she was having a dream, as she was mumbling incoherent words, letting me understand nothing but her immense fear to whatever she was seeing in her dream.
I tried waking her up by calling out her name and shaking her shoulders. But she wasn't hearing any of it at all. She started hyperventilating. It worried me very much. I was determined in waking her up because she might hurt her and her struggle to breathe left me feeling pathetic about my inability to help her.
I slapped her once, hard enough to bring her back to reality. She slowly opened her eyelids and saw me with tear filled eyes. She wasnt still breathing properly. So I helped her wake up from that position and brought her face to my chest whole I sat on the bed near her.
I was drawing circles on her back, letting her take her own time in calming her down, meanwhile making sure she takes enough oxygen in. She was holding on to my biceps, as if her life was depending on me, which made me feel even more protective towards her.
I wanted to know what has caused her this distress, but then didn't want to make her be remained of it again, after all this struggle. So I was waiting for her to calm down and let me know about it, at her own pace. We were sitting in that position for around 20 minutes, when only her little sniffles were heard.
She turned her face towards mine from my chest and looked above at me. I smiled fondly at her, and kissed her forehead letting her know that I didn't let her struggle alone at her hard time. Her lips wobbled after she looked at me, at the thought of her dream, I guess.
I shushed her and brought her close to my chest and letting her snuggle close to me. Eventually she slept.
I also layed properly in the bed and let sleep consume me after making sure if her deep slumber.
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3.45 AM
I felty my shirt getting wetting around my chest area and felt some movement around me. I woke up to see her struggling to breathe again, while shedding tears. I was sure that she was having a panic attack.
I didn't waste anymore time and tried to wake her up. She woke up but then again she wasn't able to breathe properly. She was hyperventilating more than last time.
I was sure that she might pass out if this continues. So I quickly went to the nearby drawer and took out Orphenadrine and filled the vial with it. I ran back to the bed and saw her under the same condition.
I quickly picked her up and I sat on the bed. I swiftly removed her panties along with her shorts. I snuggled her to my chest and interlocked her legs with mine, making sure she won't be able to move.
I disinfected the area of her left butt muscle and slowly inserted the injection. As expected she squirmed in my hold and screamed her lungs out which left me heart broken. I made sure that she couldn't move during the injection.
She was begging me to leave her, telling me that it was burning, and I consoled her in return letting her know that it's gonna get over in seconds. She screamed even louder when I took out the syringe.
I then left her legs, letting her swiftly place them around my waist. She latched herself around me, by hugging my neck with her hands and placing her head on one of my shoulders and cried continuously by complaining about the injection.
But I was more than relaxed after seeing her breathing properly and developing heavy eyelids, which were demanding good sleep after all her struggle.
I then slowly made her wear her panties and shorts, which earned a whining and she told me that it was not helping with the pain at all. So considering her convenience, I removed both of them and rubbed the spot with my veiny, larger-than-her's hand, making sure that the injected spot is rubbed properly.
I smiled at her cute sleeping face. I made sure to remember to ask her about her dreadful dream the following day.
Eventually I too slept with my veiny hand on her milk like butt, which jiggled every time I rubbed the injected spot!!!
