Within 30 minutes, the lobby called upstairs for giving permission to Dr.Philip come upstairs.

"Thank God you're here. I really don't know what to do" I said quickly looking at the small man. He was about 60, he was still with a sloppy face on "I am so sorry to disturb you at this hour"

"It's fine Mrs.Maxwell! Mr.Blaze is one of my priority clients" he said walking with me upstairs.

He walked inside the roomdaring with the crying scenario, Blaze was breathlessly crying. He crouched near him while fixing his glasses, he touched his forehead and nodded "His temperate seems more stable, you did a good job Mrs.Maxwell" the Dr. smiled, I approached him while watching everything he did. He placed one finger near Blaze's nose "He is having some difficult breathing but nothing very alarming"

"Has he been drinking?" Dr.Philip questioned

"Yes" I answered remembering his drunk state

"The fever and the alchool triggered it" trigger what? I watch him stand up and walk outside I followed him like a puppy

"What is happening Dr?" I questioned

"I see, Mr.Blaze hasn't told you" he commented taking a yellow packer bottle. "Mr.Blaze has a sleep disorder" I frowned at his information "Since I am his doctor, he has had this condition. He had has a very severe condition due to a childhood trauma. Once I saw his state I had to medicate him, he seemed to have recovered but the fever and alcohol must've triggered his sleep terrors."

"What should I do?" I asked concerned

"When he wakes up, give him some foo and then this, it's Klonopin, a benzodiazepine drug. Tell him I said that his medicine routine his back" Dr.Philip said handing me the small yellow bottle

"And for now?" I asked flinching at Blaze's loud whining

"His episode of night terrors have usually around 50 to 90 minutes of duration. There is not much you can do. Every symptom from sleep talking, fast breaths and heart rate are usual, do not fear if he open his eyes, and sweats more than normal. He hasn't any historical of sleepwalking but that can also happen, if so don't wake him, only try to guide him around the house so he doesn't hurt himself." he explained me while I nodded to all of this new information

"It's useless to take him up during this episode, it can make him agitated, confused, violent and even in shock. "Talking during his episodes might help. Approach him in a gentle way, speak with him calmly although you might think he can not hear I've had patients that claim their partners voice as somewhat calmed them during some episodes, their shooting voice offers them comfort specially a knowed one. When he goes back to sleep next time, talk to him, tell him a story, comfort him, make sure to build a relaxed environment when he goes to sleep trying to prevent a bigger episode or none episode at all" he explained, I walking downstairs while taking all that information. Was I able to take care of Blaze? Having someone on my hands to take care is such a big responsibility and I am no good at this, heck I didn't even know what the hell was going on with him, when he started to cry and talking.

Without realising my eyes started to fill with water. A gentle hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up meeting Dr.Philip's eyes. He gave a weak smile "You must have been quite shocked when his episode started right? You didn't knew what was happening" He presumed " You did a great job Mrs.Maxwell!" the man smiled giving me some comfort "Everything you could you performed it well. You were great at lowering his temperature and staying by his side during an episode. Don't think on what you could've of done better think about what you did which was perfect with all the tools you had, you made sure to prioritize his health."

His words of comfort made my heart more comfortable and less tight "Thank you Dr.Philip" I smiled with teary eyes

"It's ok" he smiled while walking to the elevator "Call me tomorrow ok? His night terrors may endure if the fever continues try to lower it with some sponge baths and ibuprofen" Dr.Philip said once inside the elevator

"I will! Thank you once again Dr." I thanked the man while he waved his goodbyes and the elevator doors closed

I took a deep breath, and tried to be at all cost rational in this situation. Nobody had prepared me for something like this but I guess I don't really have an option now. I must take care of him the best I can. I need to calm him during his night terrors, lower his fever, give his medicine after he eats-

Shit. The soup!

I walked to the kitchen, looking inside the pan. Luckily I had put this on medium. I finalized the soup pretty fast and walked upstairs.

By my calculations his episode started around 40 minutes ago so its still awhile for him to wake up. I stepped inside the room, sobbing sounds filling the bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed I usually sleep in and scooted over near him. He was in the middle of the bed all shrunken crying.

"I didn't do it Mom!" he let out "I didn't!" I frowned at his words. The doctor said this night terrors were product of a childhood trauma, what could it possible be? Something to cause him so much pain and misery? "Please mom! Believe me!" he begged, I reached near his face

"I believe you" I whispered calmly while slowly touching his head. He sobbing didn't stopped so I massaged his head slightly making him lean on to my touch. I laid down in the bed facing him while brushing his hair. He kept all curled up near me, his head was near my chest while his arms wrapped his legs.

"I'm sorry" he kept repeating that word from time to time while I kept on telling him that it was okay and everything was fine. His crying got lower and calmer making him able to breath. After some good 40 minutes I watched him slowly wake up. His face was in front of mine, he was sweaty and visibly tired even with his eyes shut.

His eyes slowly open catching mine. He frowned while controlling his breath "why are you here ?"

"You didn't sleep very well" I said watching his features in the dim light of the yellow lamp on the bedside table

His eyes scanned the room and a hit of realization crossed his mind, and also his face while he looked at the messy bed, and the fact he was standing almost near the opposite side where he previously had fallen asleep.

"No. Fuck" he whispered to himself. I got off the bed and grabbed the box of pills tossing it at him.

"Dr.Philip said you're back at the medicine routine" I informed.

"Shit. What happened?" he asked looking at the box "What did I do?"

"Well, you almost killed me of a heart attack and worry" I informed, his expression softened, maybe I should have said that "it doesn't matter you're better now..." I said quickly changing the topic "let's see your fever"

"I can do it myself " he stated turning to the other side searching for the thermometer, I looked at him with a frown, what was his problem now?

"I did it just hours ago... What's your problem?"

"Nothing. you can do something else. I'm fine I promise...have some sleep" he said taking the thermometer to his armpit.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance leaving the room. I walked downstairs to the kitchen took a wooden tray and placed a bowl with chicken soup and a glass of water on it, I also grabbed a spoon and a napkin and walked upstairs with the tray in my hands.

I walked in without saying anything and simply placed the tray on the bed.

"You really don't know how to knock?" he asked almost whispering for me to not hear

"I do not. No!"

"What are - you doing here? Please just  - go" he said between coughs " i am -"

"Fine?" I completed "doesn't look like it" i said looking at his tired face he could barely open his eyes from tiredness, these night terrors episode must taken all his energy. Sulf I have compassion for a man, so heartless and cold? I shouldn't but wouldn't that turn me into a bad person? That would turn me into a heartless person just like him... That can not happen.

"Sit up, you need to eat" I demanded

"Eleonora, just go!" he begged "I can take care of myself I've always done!" he exclaimed in a serious tone

"Well newsflash to you, you married so you are not by yourself... I pretty sure it goes something along the lines of 'in sickness and in health' something like that I wasn't really paying attention honestly"I said thinking of the traditional vows that people say at their ceremonies

"Eleonora, we married for a business not for taking care of each other" he recalled me

"I know I was there... Plus that was on the contract" I remembered him

"Then go, you're infringing the contract " he said sitting up against the grey bed headboard

"Well but you clearly need help" I said looking at his respective tries to reach the tray of food

"I don't need your pity" he mumbled

"Pity? I am not doing it for pity! I am doing it because I am a human being with actual emotions that cares and worries for others so you have two options whether I stay and help or I stay and help" I said taking the tray out of the bed far from him

"I should...know your stubborn" he said with some difficulty while coughing

"Yeah, I thought you knew me better than that " I mentioned putting the tray on his lap

"Did Dorothy make soup?" he questioned while scanning the soup "this is not Dorothy's soup" he realized while stirring the soup with the spoon

"Nope, that's Eleonora's soup. It's that or pasta..." I commented while seeing the thermometer. 100.2°F it's not high as before but it's still not perfect.

He was stirring the soup with a weird face on. "It's just chicken soup" I commented

"Are you sure I have never seen chicken soup like this" he said watching the chicken.

"It's my grandfather's recipe...just eat it"

"Are you sure-"

"Eat it or I'll feed you" I threatened making him quickly taste the soup. Not long after he was eating it perfectly. He still seemed a bit dizzy maybe from tiredness or from alcohol.

He ended all of the soup making me smile to myself... I do make good soup.

I took of the tray while he took his medicine and checked his fever again.

"Shit. 102" I heard him curse to himself

"It's getting high... I am going to get a wet towel" I notified him. I stepped in the bathroom taking a small towel and wetting it under normal water, I twisted it taking the excess of water and took it to the bedroom.

I watched him lay down again, his tiredness was pretty visible in all of his face, even in the way he moved around the bed, that seemed to require a lot of effort. He was exhausted, I could hear it in the way he breathed.

His eyes closed while his breaths were heavy "You should go" he advised... he was probably sensing that he was going to have another episode

"Dr. Philip told me to be with you. You should relax before you go to sleep he said he could minimise the time of an episode and even prevent it" I informed him

"Yeah... As if" he commented in a tone of sarcasm. Wow, he is spending way too much time with me

"Just- go. Get some sleep" he almost whispered through coughing. I placed a hand on his head. His temperature was surely higher, I placed the towel drenched in water over his bare chest, a sigh of relief left off his lips once he received the fresh sensation of the towel.

"You're burning up again" I commented while my hand checked his temperature

"Yeah I can feel it" he commented weakly

"You look exhausted" I said noticing some dark circles forming in under his eyes

"Yeah, it takes a bit of energy " he explained mentioning the episode of terrors he has "makes me not want to sleep, and not sleeping leads to exhaustion and exhaustion leads to another episode... It's a vicious circle" he said taking a deep breath

I walked to the other side of the bed were I usually sleep and turned off the lamp on the bedside table. "what are you doing?" he questioned

"Sleeping with you" I said getting in the bed under the covers. I could see him frowning in dark

"I don't need your pity you know?"

"I do not pity you, Blaze. Don't think I suddenly befriended you, I just feel empathy towards you because you're sick. " I stated while chewing on my bottom lip.

"Good." he commented simply

I shut eyes hoping he would have a nice night of sleep.