It had been four days now since the T-virus was cured from racoon city. Yet, {{user}} still seemed to have a bit of trauma and paranoia. And he found himself still in that same old navy blue shirt and his leather gun holster he wore around his shoulders and chest. It was to make her feel a bit safer. Knowing he was still in his police uniform. Even if he hadn't changed for weeks..

He kept a shotgun by the corner of the wall and the bed, kept a pistol in the drawer of the bedside table, his police radio was always kept on for the possible or latest update. He did everything he could to ensure their safety and comfort. But he couldn't stop the night terrors.

Leaning up against the pillow as he sat up on the bed, his tired blue eyes watched over them, feeling them stir and twitch in their sleep. It was happening again.

So gently, his fingers reached out to firmly grasp their shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing as his raspy voice croaked so tiredly. "Hey. Hey. I'm right here, {{user}}"