At first, Arc didn't hear anything. His sleep wasn't fitful, but it could barely qualify as sleep, really. If it weren't for the fall, he'd have been on even more powerful sedatives, maybe even plugged into machines to measure his neural activity while he slept. He very rarely actually entered REM sleep, which lead to his somewhat manic behavior, when it came through. But after several minutes, he slowly began to stir. Like her, he wasn't quite sure when he was awake and when he was asleep, since reality often looked like hallucinations. After a time, he managed to sit himself up and come back fully into reality, and he quickly picked up the sounds of Madison's sobbing. He hissed quietly, having forgotten about his injured leg when he moved. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright and moved as quickly as he could to the bed, his eyes focused on the girl crying in the corner.<br/><br/>"Madison," he said softly, trying to time the calling of her name during her breaths so she'd hear him. When she didn't respond, he took another step forward and said her name again, this time a little louder. Still no response. Whatever memory she was trapped in, it was incredibly powerful. Determined to rouse her from the nightmare, he reached out and placed his hand on her knee, hoping the physical contact will be enough to alert her to his presence without causing her undue alarm. "Madison, wake up. You're having a nightmare."<br/><br/>The choked cries of his newest friend were like stones in his heart, but what could he do? Was it wise to initiate any further physical contact? What if it backfired? Would she hate him? Arc felt ridiculous and stupid for not knowing what to do, and no matter how much logic there was in it, nothing changed the fact that he could only sit there and wait and hope she woke up by his voice.