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HARRYS POV 

I didn't sleep at all last night. 
I spent the entire night watching Aphrodite sleep, making sure she was actually breathing sometimes. I kept a small beside light on so we wouldn't be in complete darkness, and every hour I would press my fingers to her neck to make sure there was still a pulse.
 It would've been impossible to sleep, even if I wanted to. 
Last night when we got into bed Aphrodite shut down again, shaking like a leaf and letting her eyes roll back every so often like she was fighting the urge to faint. I didn't know what was causing this all, and that's all I wanted to know. The week we've been living together everything seemed normal, or as normal as things could be in our situation, with just a few slip ups. She would forget things she just did or switch emotions in less than a minute before going back to normal and acting as if nothing happened. 
In the middle of the night she would start to shake and grab her throat again, causing me to coax her awake only for her to stare at me in confusion and fall back asleep seconds later. It had to have happened at leave five times, and every time she would call out one name. 
Simon. 
Strangely, it felt like I knew that name for some reason. 
I mean, I've been around hundreds of people in multitudes of places so it's wasn't completely unbelievable that I would know a Simon, but it stuck with me throughout the night. Even when the sun came up and I silenced her alarm I thought about it. I wanted a glimpse into her mind to see what she was thinking of, or even to what she was dreaming of right now. She was curled into the side of my body, which further compelled me not to move from my sitting up position. If she knew what she was doing she would definitely put her walls back up and put up that cold exterior, so I wanted her to sleep for as long as possible. 
Luckily, we had three days off work and today was the first day. For some reason the director was out of town and no one had been pressed on continuing without him, so we're stopped until he comes back. 
I had a notebook sat on my lap with a short list written down on it. I knew whatever happened to Aphrodite had to deal with what happened last week, but I barely even knew what that was. I started writing down everything that could've been triggering, but I only had two things so far. 
Cold water and flashing lights. 
The bath water was freezing when I cleaned it up, to the point my hands felt like they were going numb. It might be just the feeling of being cold, considering she never dressed warmly even when the weather dropped. Flashing lights was an obvious one. Her attitude changed when she saw the lights and had what looked like a seizure when it continued. 
Photosensitive epilepsy was one I also looked up, but she was fine in the club that had colored lights so I doubt it would've been that. 
One thing I did know was she dissociated a lot, and with that had panic attacks without seeming to realize it. She went far inside her head and barely knew how to get out of it, like it was reaching in to keep her in it. And I didn't want to dignose her with something, especially when I knew very little about her life, but I did look up mental illnesses as well just to see. 
Borderline personality disorder was the first one, and it did seem like it made some sense, but at least to me she always seemed like she was sure about herself and what she believed in. I thought she was just conflicted on how she thought she had to feel about me, so I quickly crossed that one off.  
Dissociative identity disorder was the other one, which I knew very little about. I looked through countless of articles that gave more insight on what it entailed and tried to think if it could fit with Aphrodite. I know I couldn't use symptoms on Google as solid proof considering it could be a million of other possibilities, but trying to find what was going on with her was the first step of this.