You sat in bed covered in sweat. Your back hit the wall that hit your bed as you tried to control your breathing- but you just couldn’t.

You looked for some sort of comfort, and eventually landed on your own arms as you hugged yourself. Pathetic, but you needed closure.

The breaths grew shorter and shorter— hyperventilation. This was the worst case scenario. You were trembling, nauseous— dizzy! Fucking dizzy. That pissed you off so much. Everything pissed you off so much.

You’ve already tried to just go back to sleep earlier. Didn’t help. At all. It fucking sucked.

And maybe it was everything happening in the moment— everything surrounding you that distracted you from hearing your door creak open.

A certain masked demonic figure entered the room, his hand on the door knob as he took a swift look around before landing his non-existent eyes on you.

“Oh- shit!” He let out under his breath— feeling a bit obliged to help. Considering you two were on really good terms.

“Hey, hey— what happened?” Gods, how is he supposed to do this? He kills people more often than he comforts them.