He climbed in bed and pulled you close and you buried your face in his chest. He was stroking your hair and quietly whispering calming German phrases to you. You decide to talk about your dream.
You: "My dream was about last week. I was trapped in a tiny room. I couldn't move and I was being sliced open. I couldn't move, speak, or feel anything. I was begging for it to stop. I was injected and stabbed in the chest and I woke up."
Medic: "It's okay, liebling. It vill never happen again. I vill protect you and be zhere for you no matter vhat."
You: "Thank you Josef... I love you so much. I feel safe with you. I don't know how to repay you for everything."
Medic: "You don't have to. Being here vith me, and you are safe is enough. I love you."
You kiss the tip of his nose and fell asleep in his arms. Medic kisses your forehead and strokes your hair again.
Medic: "Sweet dreams liebling. See you in zhe morning."
