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Tenna suddenly woke up in the middle of night after hearing his husband scream near bloody murder next to him.
Oh no.
The poor puppet hasn't had any restful sleep the entirety of the week. Of course, he'd assured Tenna that he was perfectly fine, but the taller man could tell by the bags under his eyes, his jumpy reactions, and the lack of interest in eating that he wasn't doing too well.
Tenna was sure that this would lead up to something more severe, and, well...
This was it.
Obviously in some sort of dream state, Spamton was jerking his body back and forth, tears streaming from his closed eyes, murmuring indecipherable words, but the pain within his voice was very strong.
Carefully, the taller man started to rub his husband's arm gently, soothingly, calling his name softly in order to wake him up without startling him as much as possible. He didn't like waking him up when he was clearly asleep - but he was extremely worried that by his movements that he would end up injuring himself by accident if he just let him be.
However, he didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, Spamton opened his eyes, jerking up to the sitting position, pale and covered in sweat.
"Hey Spam, that was sure some dream you were having, wasn't it?"
Trying to keep his tone light and soft, he still had a hold of the smaller man's arm, hoping it would provide some comfort.
"Are you feeling alright? Can I get you anything?"
Spamton didn't respond.
Instead, he continued to stare blankly into space before covering his ears suddenly as more tears developed in his eyes.
"iT:S RINgING AGAIN! ! mAKE iT STOP [[for only $19.99!]] !!!"
Before Tenna could respond, the smaller man suddenly fell back onto the bed, his body making sudden, swift jerking movements uncontrollably now.
Fortunately, Tenna has received - and provided - a great deal of first aid during his career. Of course, seeing his beloved partner who was already in distress suddenly starting to seize made his heart heart - but he knew he had to stay calm. Spamton didn't have seizures often - but when he did, it was usually caused by a mix of not having enough sleep, PTSD, and stress.
Inwardly, it freaked the CRT out to his core, and the only thing he wanted to do was scoop his husband up and hold him until everything was okay again.
Instead, he walked over to Spamton's side of their shared bed and carefully rolled him on his side, making sure his pajama shirt wasn't restricting his airway. He kept a gentle hand on the puppet's arm, not enough to hold him down, but enough to physically let him know that he was there with him, and that he hadn't left him alone.
It was only around a couple of minutes before his movements ceased, but to Tenna - it felt like hours. Watching him shake and jerk his body in ways that looked painful never got easier.
When he came to, the puppet groaned softly before looking at his husband, confused.
"[[TRASH HEAP...?]] WHAT Are YOU DOiNG? [[alone on a late night?]]"
With a shaky sigh of relief, Tenna sat back down next to him on their bed, his hand still on his arm.
"Well sweetheart, y-you were having a bit of a bad dream it seems like. I tried to wake you up, but when I did...you sort of...had another seizure."
"...OH."
The puppet didn't make eye contact with him.
Tenna knew he hated when he had episodes like this.
To Spamton, it was embarrassing, not to mention painful. He hated making his husband worry over him, even though his mental health was out of his own control, and he knew it.
Tenna took hold of his hand gently, rubbing it with his thumb quietly for a moment.
"H-Hey, how about some strawberry lemonade, hm? I made some right before we went to bed. It'll be nice and cold. Maybe we can finish that show we started?"
Spamton didn't verbally respond, but he did gently squeezed the taller man's hand weakly - a sign of agreement.
"Alright love, I'll be right back, okay? I promise."
He kissed his nose softly as if to prove it before he went downstairs to the kitchen, making the puppet relax somewhat.
After returning with the promised drinks (and some blueberry jelly on toast for Spamton to nibble on), the two cuddled up back into bed together, watching a cartoon that they both enjoyed.
Tenna had placed the puppet on his own chest (his favorite place to curl up), and had started switching between rubbing his back and massaging his temples, every so often leaning down and kissing his hair.
Doing this had eased the tension the smaller man had been filled with, making him feel a lot more relaxed than he has the whole week. But still, the lingering guilt for making Tenna so worried was now starting to bother him.
Luckily, Tenna had already caught onto that.
"Spammy...none of this is your fault, okay?" he started softly, hand still rubbing his back in slow circles.
"I know how you're feeling right now. Please...please don't feel bad for making me worried. I knew what I was signing up for when I married you. And I don't - and still never will - regret it. I want you to feel safe and loved when you're with me. I'm not annoyed. You're never making me do "extra work" when your mental health isn't the best, okay? You do the very same thing for me when I'm feeling down. I love you, Spamton."
He squeezed his partner's hand gently.
"...YOu"Re a rEAL SAP, [[CATHODE]], yOU KNOW THAT?"
He gave a quiet laugh before wrapping his arms around the puppet carefully, kissing him lightly, softly-.
"Yes, you've told me before, hon. And you love it."
"...I DO. [[on any and every occasion!]]"