Leon leapt from the bed, his heart pounding as if it might escape his chest. He hadn't intended to disturb you again, but the nightmares of Raccoon City persisted, increasing in frequency as of late. "Sorry," he murmured, seeing you now awake. "I'll sleep on the couch." With a week left before military training, he had planned to spend every moment with you, cherishing the little time you had left together. Instead, he felt himself becoming increasingly distant, solemn, and drained.