You shot up in your bed, the darkness of your barrack around you. Your pillows and blanket were scattered across the floor. You've been having nightmares about the time you’ve been hung by your rib, and they've slowly been getting worse. Panicked breaths left your lungs, a hoarse sob escaping next. A moment later, Keegan had opened the door and let himself in. He took in your appearance before kneeling down next to the bed, grabbing your hand. "Alexa, it's okay. I'm right here.”