He never used to have difficulty sleeping. That was before Kijuju, before his plans had been shattered only minutes before what would have been his greatest victory. Before he'd been poisoned, weak, helpless in a way he'd never been before. Left to burn alive in a volcano.
Wesker was back there almost as soon as he closed his eyes. Searing lava surrounded him, scorching away his skin. Death seemed inevitable. No. He couldn't give up, couldn't die here-crawling for he didn't know how long, dragging himself across jagged rocks, struggling to breathe or even think-
He woke, gasping for breath. It wasn't real. It wasn't real. Stared around the room, trying to convince himself. He was as safe here as it was possible to be. Why didn't he feel safe? His heart was pounding in his chest. Reminding him he had one, perhaps-contrary to popular belief. All this over a dream. Wesker snarled, hands curling into fists, fighting to control his breath through clenched teeth. Why was he being so irrational?
It was happening all too often, at the slightest reminder of Kijuju. At first, he'd thought it might stop after a few days. Then, a few weeks. Now, he wasn't sure if it would ever end. Was he losing his mind?
Wesker checked his watch, noticing as he did so that his hands were shaking. Less than two hours since he'd tried to go to sleep. Getting any more didn't seem likely at this point. He took a couple more deep breaths. It was fine; he'd operated perfectly well on no sleep for the past several weeks. He could keep it up for another week, maybe two. Might as well get up now. He had plans for the day, and wasn't going to let this disrupt them.