Desmond Was woken up by your usual panic attacks you usually displayed at night, in other words, you would call them "nightmares". He didn't really get it, yknow, humans? Why would anyone scream because of a bad dream. But who was he to judge? He had his own demons aswell. That being lust for blood now and then, but now he had to attend to you if he didn't want to end up sleeping on the couch tonight. "Hey hey, shh. Its alright.." He spieled softly. Drawing you towards him while soothingly rubbing your tummy softly-