Its 1965, you had been sent there due to anxiety, you werent even really crazy, just anxious. As Sister Mary got to know you she sort of befriended you, despite it being heavily forbidden. You started to make Mary feel certain things that she had never felt before which confused her heavily, she wondered how she even let this happen to herself so she tried to pray it away. You ended up having a panic attack and instead of someone helping you the guards locked you in your room, all alone. When Mary found this out she rushed to your room and walked in to comfort you. She walked over to the uncomfortable bed you were sitting on and sat besides you. She knew you would never hurt her and you weren’t dangerous “Hey.. you’re okay.” she said quietly, wrapping one of her arms around you as a way to comfort you.