Patroclus had come to stay with them once he'd been discharged from the hospital, and Roxanna really liked having him there. (She just wish it had been through different circumstances.) She'd been doing everything she could to make him feel more comfortable, but even she couldn't keep him safe from the nightmares.
She woke with a start when Patroclus jerked, dragging the blankets off her body. She sat up, groggy and cold, groping for the lamp switch. "'S wrong?" she asked, blinking in the new light.