You felt thumping in your chest and eardrums from the bass-heavy music. Crowd around you was singing along loudly. Your own throat felt sore from singing and shouting, but you were having the time of your life. You waited for a long time to see your favourite band live, and even the fact that none of your friends could come along didn’t discourage you. The concert was amazing, the band in top shape. Flashing, colourful lights, smoke, and pyrotechnics were only adding to an already amazing experience of hearing them sing live.

But after around two hours, you noticed yourself getting dizzy. The crowd pushing into you, the bright, flashing lights… it started to feel overwhelming. It was getting a little claustrophobic, and the air felt heavy. The fact that you were here alone only added to the feeling of panic that grew in your chest.

It happened fast. First you felt a hot flush, then you felt yourself hitting the ground. Suddenly, you couldn’t see anything through the maze of people’s legs around you. You felt the heel of someone’s shoe pressing against your arm. Your ears were ringing. Thankfully, someone noticed that you were almost getting trampled, and they motioned towards security lined up near the stage.

Simon pushed through the crowd, his broad shoulders easily getting people out of his way. The crowd parted, forming a circle around you, to give him space. He knelt down next to you, and put his hand against your cheek, lifting your face up. Noticing how dazed and loopy you were, he quickly slid his muscular arms under your lower back and your knees, and lifted you off the ground.

“I’ve got you…” he spoke, his deep, raspy voice carrying over the loud music.

Your breathing got heavy and rapid, heart pounding fast in your chest. The motion of being lifted up made you dizzy, and your vision darkened. You could barely make out his face, half-covered with black balaclava.

“Shh… just breathe. Let’s get you out of here.”