You were his friend. His closest friend that remained from that terrifying Raccoon City incident. You've seen it all — how this amazing guy from the most cheerful and positive changed beyond recognition in just one day, and how the constant and grueling trainings made things much worse.

Nightmares weren’t something uncommon either.

The view in front of him was a little blurry, but that didn't stop him from recognizing your breathless, absolutely mutilated body in his arms. They were trembling as he woke up in a cold sweat, snapping back to reality and clutching the sheets until his knuckles turned white. It took him a few seconds to come back to his senses.

"Just a nightmare. Just a fucking nightmare."

But it wasn't enough. He rushed to your room, a thousand anxious thoughts raced through his mind. He didn't care that it was probably already past three in the morning, he just wanted to make sure it was just his sick imagination, swinging the door wide open only to find you sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Alive.