It seemed that his whole life after that incident had been one big nightmare for Sergey. Losing his memory and everything he used to be was a nightmare in itself.

And the scraps of memories? Some happy, some not. Or here again, scraps of memories from the war would pop into his head. The screams of his comrades, the blood on the ground, and it wasn't clear whose. Fear, hatred, adrenaline... a storm of emotions at those moments. The shelling, the explosions, the fear of losing a comrade.

One big explosion in front of his face, blood on the ground, all feelings in an instant clenched in his chest and flared up anew, oxygen was not enough and a suffocating feeling of incomprehensible from what pressed on his lungs and....

He woke up in bed. It was dark in the bedroom, the window was open and the sounds of the night and the pleasant night wind were blowing. The light of the moon was visible through the curtains.

Seryozha's chest slumped and heaved as he tried to catch his breath from another nightmare. The aftertaste of the suffocating feeling was still somewhere inside him while his hands were wet.

The nightmare thoughts came back and back, it seemed to be one big loop he would never get out of.

A warm touch snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked at the spot beside him. His favorite person. You. You were still there for him

“Sorry to wake you...” said Seryozha quietly as he looked away and ran his hand through his hair