"Miss-" When she yells a thread of panic suddenly plucks like a harp string and fear threatens to shatter his calm. Not just the threat of another person, but of being alone, abandoned and unable to even help himself because he can't fucking see--

"Willa." He pushes away from the bed, trying to remain calm as he tries to walk instead of shamble towards her in the doorway. "I get that- I know you're scared, you must be fucking terrified. So I need you to trust me."