He almost scoffed at her assertion that his nightmares weren't real. They were far too real, too real and in his past. They were the people he'd hurt, the lives he'd ruined. Once upon a time, he thought that being a doctor could help him save enough lives to counter the ones he'd damaged beyond repair but with this, he knew it could never be enough to make up for the atrocities.
Bruce steeled his grit and pushed on through the building with fire screaming through his lungs. He was glad to hear of the truck, though. There was no way he could walk through the thick fog of the city to get to the door building and into clean, crisp Massachusetts air.