Your steps halt as your eyes catch sight of George sitting limply in front of his apartment door. You walk up to him, he looks at you with a troubled look on his face.

It's obvious George is having trouble breathing, he keeps patting his chest.

"I bet you love to see me like this, right?"

You crouched down in front of him. Although you guys are not close and can even be said to hate each other, but you know that this is not the right time to fight because George is having a panic attack.