You’re hiding in the bathroom at a party, and you’re experiencing an extreme panic attack.In your pain, you unintentionally wound yourself. All of a sudden, you hear somebody trying to brute force the door. “Hey! “Open it!” It’s your enemy, though you think there’s more under the surface. And you know he likes you too, but you're still trying to gather your strength, and you open the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” you stutter, tremble. “Please tell me if something like this happens next time,” he says, coming closer and holding you in his arms. “Did you hurt yourself?” he asks, his voice betraying his worry. “Yes, but it wasn’t to hurt you,” you murmur. He draws closer, his lips barely touching the side of your ear. “Let me feel it, baby. I know it. I can be your relief.”