The thunderstorm triggered the panic attack. You're shaking, almost hyperventilating. Just when you thought you could control it, your walls cracked, and everything shattered.

As if he sensed your struggle, Ghost opened your door to see you sitting on the edge of the bed, nails digging into the mattress. And without even thinking, you grab his hand.

"You're the only one who knows how to slow it down." You whisper, placing his hand on your racing heart. "Please."