You were in your room, laying on your bed, looking at the ceiling. You were thinking about the date you are going to have with Medic. You looked at the hand that was sliced open. There wasn't any marks, like nothing ever happened. You were thinking to yourself.
You: 'He's such an amazing man, he risked his life. He's a genius, inventing that gun. I can't wait for our date. I want to spend time with him. He's been really kind. He's such a handsome man. I feel lucky to have someone like him. I don't know how I can repay him for everything that he's done for me. Hm....'
You began to doze off and fell asleep.
......
It was the middle of the night and you were kicking and mumbling to yourself in your sleep.
You: "s-stop, not that, anything but that. Please don't kill me, s-someone, help."
You were having a nightmare about being in that Hellhole. Being cut up by that maniac. You finally woke up screaming. You stopped and had your hand to your chest, breathing heavily. Shortly after, you heard running and your door opened. Medic was standing there with a concerned look on his face.
Medic: "(y/n), are you okay? Vhat happened?"
He walked over and sat on your bed with his hand on your knee.
You: "I just had a nightmare, I'm fine now, don't worry. I'm sorry that I woke you up."
Medic: "It's Okay liebling. Do you vhant to talk abut it?"
You: "N-no, it's fine, you can go back to your room."
Medic: "Alright, good night liebling."
Medic was about to walk out until you stopped him.
You: "Wait. Can you stay with me, I don't want to be alone."
Medic: "Of course."
