Len walked in her room, immediately sitting on the bed pressing his back to the wall. His body was trembling pretty badly. Pretty close to hyperventilating, he had brought his right knee to his chest and hugged it. He was actually hurting himself putting so much pressure on his knee joint but hehwas completely oblivious to his surroundings and discomforts. He managed to thank her through ragged breaths.<br/><br/>He pressed his head against his knee. He felt so weak and powerless. Why was the dream affecting him so much? Did it bother him that much? Also, why'd it feel so real? Was it some sort of premonition?<br/><br/>"What am I doing here?! Why am I so damn distraught over a dream?!" He said with a hysteric edge to his voice, punching the mattress in a spot next to him, "why am I feeling so fucking useless?!"<br/><br/>He shut his eyes, squeezing them tightly as he shook more violently. Visibly suffering, he was trying to relax without luck. The delirious hope that she would hold him kept tearing at him. He felt sick and confused, unable to process his thoughts. He couldn't stop his emotions from incapacitating him anymore. His mental state was shattered by the dream.<br/><br/>'I don't care who it is,' He cried out in his mind, his other self surprisingly absent as tears started to streak his face, 'Someone, anyone, please help me!!'