Everything was going wrong.

Or at least it felt that way. This project had started off great, more or less. You had great relationships with the cast and crew, going past just being colleagues to being actual friends, it was tracking really well on social media- sure, there were a few bumps along the way, but things were good.

So why did your chest feel so tight and your hands start to shake as you stood out in the alleyway after you had wrapped for the day? Why couldn’t you seem get your breathing under control and why did you just have this feeling of doom?

You were so wrapped up in your own panic attack, you hadn’t heard the back door open, nor had you seen Oscar peak his head out the door looking for you- you were supposed to go out for drinks or coffee or something- but no, he found you hear, out in the alleyway, mid-panic attack.

“Woah, hey, hey…” he cooed, immediately shutting the door and standing in front of you “You alright? What’s wrong?”