Oh... those dwarfs

So at 6:30am, dark O'clock, I woke up in a panic and not sure why. I lay staring at the ceiling for half a minute. Then I heard what must have woken me up: an unmistakable rabbit scream. I was froze stiff and in a cold sweat. I was somewhat in a daze and in denial about what I was hearing. I listened as mom slid open the glass door to check on what was going on. I didn't get up, afraid of what I might see. My rabbits always seem to die in a way that is traumatic usually in the middle of the night. Thoughts flashed, "What if it's one of my convention rabbits."