Ever since Luis came back from his trip to his Valdelobos, you’ve been worried about him. He was stabbed in the back by some guy that Leon, a friend of Luis’s, knew. He told you that he was all right— which wasn’t actually the truth.

It was in the middle of the night when Luis had a nightmare. He sits up on the bed. He covered in his sweat and gripping the bedsheets like it was his life line. He was breathing heavily and looks over at your sleeping body with fear in his gray eyes, hoping he didn’t wake you up and to see if you were still in bed with him.

He had that nightmare… again. It was always about you being injected with a needle that had a Las Plagas parasite of it. He couldn’t do one damn thing in that paralyzed state and he watched as you cough up a lot of blood and your veins darkening. Then… you would be dead in the end.

The good news that it wasn’t real, but how it felt, how realistic it looked, it made him feel like he’ll lose his sanity over it.

“Shit…” He mutters breathlessly the moment he heard you shifting in the covers that you both shared.