Emerson lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had all but given up with trying to sleep at this point, it was<span style="font-style: italic">too quiet</span>. He felt that if he fell asleep something would happen, something that needed his attention or help. Not that he would be much use on this night, the slash across his torso would prevent him from being able to fight all too well.<br/><br/>The Beta pulled himself out of bed, groaning quietly to himself as the injury burned. It was too hot in his room, he needed some air. He limped over to the doors leading to his balcony, unlocking them and stepping out into the fresh air. He inhaled deeply - which didn't help his cut, but then nothing seemed to.<br/><br/>Eyes flitted across the treeline, watching as if he was expecting something - someone - to jump out. If so he'd be ready. He could vault this thing easy, it might hurt when he landed but so be it. For a second, he thought he did see movement. Tired eyes squinted to look out properly, hands firmly gripping the fence, ready to pounce. He decided it was nothing after a few long moments of full focus.<span style="font-style: italic">Paranoid.</span>A word he was accustomed to being associated with. The man eased his grip, lifting one hand to push his long hair behind his back. He wondered if anyone else was struggling to sleep.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably everyone.</span>He considered going to see the other Beta - Katrina. Though he didn't want to wake her if she'd managed to actually fall asleep. The pack needed all the rest they could get.<br/><br/>No. For these last few hours of night he would stand on the balcony, letting the cold breeze hit his skin as he kept a lookout for any trouble.