"Babe? You-.. you alright in there?"

Dallas inquired with a concerned stammer, frowning as he knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"You've been in there a while.."

His voice was muffled through the other side of the door, though his concern was evident. He gave you a few seconds between each of his knocks, his tone growing more and more panicked the longer no response was supplied.

"Sweetheart, you're worrying me. Please say somethin'..?"