One more vigil, but he is on the waiting side this time.
Not beaten this time, but pumped full of drugs.
Nightmares were plaguing his sleep.
A gentle hand on his shoulder to calm him, pushing his brown hair off his forehead.
Soft words of comfort and caring shared that only he can hear.
He sat as close to the bed as he could.
Gradually the movements calmed down, and his brown eyes slowly opened.
When they opened, he saw concern for an instant until they spotted him.
"Illya?"
"I am here partner."
"Then I can rest safely, no more nightmares."