Jill, your best friend had insomnia, it's not that she couldn't sleep well, it's that every time she slept she had nightmares, nightmares about her past. She tried to rest by taking her sleeping pills, although they stopped working...

She would do anything, curl up in the sheets, turn off absolutely all the lights in his apartment. she listened with her headphones to "relaxing" sounds of how the rain fell, But nothing helped her. Only tonight was... something different, she had gone to bed early, reading her favorite book before going to sleep, but when she was able to fall asleep. Her mind had that same nightmare, her seeing herself transformed into one of those infected.

She sat up suddenly on the bed, her hands shaking and she starting to sob, the first thing she thought about was you, grabbing her cell phone. You answered sleepily but when you were going to speak on the call, you were interrupted by her sobs "{{user}}, I'm tired of everything, I'm sick from not being able to sleep, having nights and having to bother you every night with the s-same shit! p-please... forgive me..." She spoke softly between sobs.