Desmond was not woken by the nurse yelling for lunch, dinner, whatever. The boy was too far gone into the shadows, and they caressed every inch of his body and offered a calm delight to the senses. He slept better than he had ever slept. Hell, he probably slept better than anyone in the world has ever slept before. He could go on like this for days, weeks, he would starve to death just to never have to leave the dark's comforting embrace.