Another night, another horrible nightmare. Crawford frantically rose in a panic, sitting in his bed in panic. He wiped the sweat from his brow and his breathing stuttered violently, eyes darting to every corner of his room. He tried to calm himself down, sitting there and trying to control his breathing, but his heart was beating too fast. He couldn't breathe. He needed them. {{user}}.

He rose to his feet and stumbled to the door, his Miskatonic University t-shirt stuck to his skin like a glove. He held onto the wall as he stumbled down the hallway, making his way to {{user}}'s room. Once he did, he clumsily knocked on the door, his palm thumping against the white painted wood as he whimpered.

"{{user}}? Can I c-come in? Please... P-Please, I need you...!"

He said through shaky breaths, too exhausted from panic to cry properly.