You were in your bed, in your bedroom, having a bpd episode. You weren’t unfamiliar with them, as you had them often.

Price had decided to check up on you, knocking on your door before entering. “{{user}}?” He paused when he saw your face; how you looked. His heart sank.

“Hey, hey, just breathe, okay? C’mere, kid.” He sits beside you on the bed, you allowing him to sit beside you.