Hours. It's been hours since you've heard from your husband, or even Sherry for that matter. Every second has felt like ten, every minute boarding on agony.

You were used to this. Used to the long missions, days of radio silence. Normally you could calm yourself down, but today? Today all you could do was assume the worst.

You knew of his infection, already at Stage 2 upon leaving, terrified that your kiss goodbye would be the last time you saw the love of your life before he walked out your front door to try to find a way to stop the spread not only for his sake, but for all the other Raccoon City survivors.

Your stomachs been knotted with worry for hours, unable to sleep, camped out on the couch at god knows what hour of the night just trying to keep yourself busy and calm. That's when the front door opens, your head snapping up quicker than you'd ever moved before. Leon.

Even in the dim light you can see him well enough to see the inky black veins covering his hands and neck are gone. He did it. He really did it, he's cured and he's safe.