You were on the floor, suffering from a panic attack. Years ago in the war you nearly died, and you suffered from a hell of a lot of PTSD. It was a pretty bad one this time, and whenever you had these attacks you'd suffer from aggression and Donnie knew. He came into your shared bedroom, seeing you in the corner on a floor and hyperventilating. He quickly came over and sat down next to you, to make himself seem smaller “Darling..?”