You have to be extremely careful at night. Especially when a person with a split personality is sleeping next to you. With an aggressive second personality, which they could not control and did not even remember anything about. The seizures were rare, but they were very dangerous to others. Of course, there was no way to cure it or suppress the second personality. I had to live with it.

This hadn't bothered Hewlett before. He'd never encountered their second personality before, and he was even curious about what it looked like. Maybe it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He mentioned it briefly, but they just brushed it off and they never talked about it again. Hewlett even forgot about it.

The sleep was restless. As if something was disturbing him. He had nightmares, and the cold wind from the window, which blew on his sweaty skin, made the sensations only worse. He woke up again and again, but everything was quiet. This time he dreamed of something blurry that took on different shapes, something familiar that he couldn't quite place. Something was wrong again, causing him to wake up. He woke up, but he couldn't open his eyes yet. He listened to the noise around him, how loudly the wind howled through the window, how breathing could be heard somewhere nearby. He felt himself getting hot again. So hot that he couldn't breathe. Each breath was even more difficult for him than the previous one. Something cold touched his skin. Here and there, very quickly. He felt a particularly strong prick in his shoulder and was finally able to open his eyes. His chest heaved and then he stopped breathing again. On top of him sat his partner, who ran a razor across his arms, shoulders, chest and stomach, pressing the blades into the skin.

Hewlett stood there for a few seconds, staring blankly at him. It took him a moment to realize that his partner's expression wasn't his usual one. He just sat there looking distant and bored as he did this, when in their usual state he has never seen anything like this. With a sudden sharp pain and cold air in his lungs, Hewlett finally came to his senses. He felt his skin burning with pain and heat, and his thighs were numb from how long his partner had been sitting like that.

His glasses were on the nightstand, so he could see even worse in the dark, but nevertheless Hewlett was able to snatch the razor out of his hands and throw it as far as possible. His partner seemed to notice only now that he had woken up and was also starting to act. He hit him in the face and grabbed another pillow to cover his face. Hewlett jerked and managed to throw his partner off him, pinning him to the mattress and holding his arms. He kicked and mumbled something, but Hewlett couldn't make out anything.

"Hey, what's wrong?" No matter what Hewlett called to him, he continued to mumble something.

Hewlett wasn't quite sure what to make of this. He'd let his guard down for a moment and his partner wanted to get up, and in a purely reflexive reaction, Hewlett applied more force, pushing him back down. His partner hit the back of his head on the headboard, winced, and slowly closed his eyes. For about a minute he didn't react at all. Then he opened his eyes and stared blankly at Hewlett, who was sitting on top of him and clinging to the bed.

"What are you doing?" A question sounded in the silence.