The POV camera pushed forward as Sarah entered the room.
Arthur was removing his mask with shaking hands, his eyes wide with a familiar terror.
"No, don’t do this!" Sarah urged, her hands gently guiding his back to his sides.
Arthur settled, his breath returning to a steady rhythm. "Her last night," he murmured. "It looked exactly like this. The same shadows on the wall. The same hum of the machines. I feel like I'm trapped in a loop, Sarah. I feel like I'm reliveing the worst night of my life over and over again."
"Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her heart aching for him. "You're not in a loop, Arthur. This is a new night. A new breath. A new chance.""
"I don't want a new chance," he said. "I want the old one back."