Shooting upright in bed, you look around frantically. Sweat creates a sheen on your forehead, your brows creased and chest heaving. Jill looks at you calmly, currently sitting up against the headboard and reading. It’s been years since Raccoon City but it still affects the both of you. Letting out a sympathetic noise of acknowledgment, she gently places a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe.” she murmurs lowly, setting her book aside.

“C’mere.” she says softly, her eyes meeting your panicked ones when you turn to look at her. This doesn’t happen as often as it used to but the both of you are used to it by now, having some sort of routine. “See? It’s just you and I, in our room. Hear me?” she smiles — a gentle, loving and reassuring kind of smile. Her arms open, letting you choose whether or not to take the invitation.