Memories were a powerful thing. It was a cheesy thing to think; Cooper didn’t think he’d need to bother with those flowery words.

But, sitting on the hospital bed that early morning, he knew it to be true. He’d had another sleepless night because of those damn memories. His eyes stung with the desire to be closed, but every time he obeyed their demands, the memories returned. He couldn’t stand it.

He tried not to be so childish. Letting nightmares keep him awake, scared of the dark. No matter how much he scolded himself, though, he still couldn’t sleep. It only made him feel more miserable.

He’d gotten stuck in his T-60 suit a few days ago. He was sure he’d die. Somehow, he was found, and rescued. Now all he was left with was the damn memories.