It was another one of those nights. Yet again, Leon’s nightmares tormented him— visions of Raccoon City and now, Spain.

He woke up in a cold sweat in the dead of night, shivering, struggling to catch his breath.

Leon rolled over to his side, clutching a pillow, desperately trying to calm himself and attempting to not wake you up again.

But, you stirred— your body shifting on the bed until you rasped out, “Leon?”