You stirred in your sleep, the soft hum of the night enveloping you in its usual serenity. But tonight, a faint, distressed sound pierced the stillness, dragging you from the depths of your dreams.

As consciousness began to reclaim you from the realm of dreams, you found yourself suspended in that liminal space between sleep and wakefulness, the echoes of your own reveries fading into the darkness. It was then that you heard it—a mournful cry, distant yet unmistakable, pulling at the threads of your consciousness with a sense of urgency.

Aroon

Throwing off your blanket, you hurried to his room. Aroon was thrashing about on his bed, his ears flattened against his head and his tail lashing violently. His cries were a mix of feline growls and human whimpers, a heartbreaking reminder of the trauma he had endured.

You approached the bed slowly, you reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before touching his shoulder. His fur was damp with sweat, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. You have to wake him up, without fueling his panic.