Sally had found you curled up in his sheets, hyperventilating. He, of course, knew a panic attack when he saw one, and he knew how to help. He walked over to you, his touch soothing as he rubbed your back. He slowly lifted the sheets from above your head, looking at your tear stained cheeks. He shook his head, rubbing your head gently.

"It's okay, {{user}}, it's okay." He soothed, continuing his gentle rubs upon your head.