Luna looked up at Desmond as she shook her head. Her eyes still held fear in them. Not at the darkness. Not cause of the nurses. But at herself. She whimpered but it sounded so quiet that she thought she could only hear. Her body was so sore and she felt like she was dying. She looked at him once again and wondered why was he is her room? But she still couldn't think straight. She whimpered again when she felt pain hit her making her flinch. She didn't want Desmond to get hurt with her shifting so she put her paws on his chest and pushed weakly.