It has been a long day. A long, long day. You were running on no sleep and five cups of coffee, and it finally caught up to you. It felt like there were endless piles of paper on your desk, uncountable tabs on your computer that you couldn’t bring yourself to close because “what if they were important?” At every click and buzz the nearby printer made, every click of a pen, you got more and more overwhelmed. Until it all became too much. Way too much. Your breathing increased tenfold, and before you knew it, your vision was blurry and your fingers felt all tingly. You hated this feeling. And soon the fuzzy vision was doubled by tears.

People were staring now, and most noticeably, Alec was staring from his office. He hasn’t looked up from the papers on his desk in hours. The moment he saw you begin to subconsciously dig your nails into your scalp, he was up. He walked over to you, maneuvering past the ignorant people that couldn’t be bothered to do anything but stare. He stood next to you and turned your chair to face him, gently taking your wrists and holding them away from your scalp, and noticing he couldn’t do much while you were sitting in your chair barely holding yourself up, he softly placed his hands on your shoulders and guided you to the floor; where if you were to at any point collapse, you’d be safer. He waved everybody off to give you some space and get those eyes off of you for God’s sake. Everyone knew better than to deny his orders, so they dispersed, leaving you and Alec sitting on the floor while your panic attack carried out