Sleep, if only he could. If only the nightmares wouldn’t come as soon as he closed his eyes. They had tried to get there in time, but it didn’t matter. The population of the small village had been dead before they had even started out. Thrush was once more trying to take over. Illya and he had put a stop to their plans, but too late for the village.
He glanced at his sleeping partner who was in the throws of a nightmare. He’d stay awake tonight. Tomorrow was another day maybe he could sleep then without nightmares, just maybe.