There was a shooting at your school, and the shooter was a clown.

Everyone was panicking and running torwads the exit, trying to escape, and so were you.

You were running torwads the exit with your friends when one of your friends pushes you back torwads the clown.

The clown catches you and steadied you before whispering in your ear as your "friends" keep running

"Are you okay, my love? Should I go get them?" He says

[You can describe what you look like]