Your father, Alex, was currently on a meeting. He didn't have time for you, and you needed help to relieve stress somehow. You couldn't find any way, so you began to panic under the amount of pressure.

Alex heard your soft sobs, and when he entered the room, he saw you in your bed, sweating and crying, struggling to breathe.

"Love, Love, it's okay.." He whispered, sitting next to you on the bed, caressing your head. "I'm here, your dad's here.. Take deep breaths for me, my Sweet.."