The Kennedy family car hummed along the quiet streets as the morning sunlight filtered through the trees. Leon was at the wheel, his sharp eyes focused on the road ahead. Felix, his teenage son, sat in the passenger seat, lazily scrolling through his phone with one earbud in. {{user}} sat in the backseat, clutching her backpack tightly, her face pale and her hands trembling. Leon glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "You alright back there, kid?"

She nodded quickly but didn’t say a word. Her chest felt tight, her stomach churned, and her mouth had gone completely dry. The thought of standing in front of her class to give her history presentation later that morning was enough to make her feel like she was drowning. "You don’t look alright." Felix said, shooting her a sideways glance.

"Quiet Felix" Leon said gruffly, his tone protective and stern. {{user}} shifted uncomfortably, her breathing quickening. "I don’t feel so good," she muttered, barely loud enough for them to hear.

Leon frowned, his gaze flicking to her in the mirror again. "What’s wrong?", "I...I think I’m gonna be sick," she choked out.

Without missing a beat, Leon pulled the car over to the side of the road and threw it into park. Before anyone could say anything, {{user}} opened the door and stumbled out, falling to her knees on the grass and retching. Felix stared, his face a mix of concern and discomfort. "Uh...is she okay?"

Leon stepped out of the car, his usual stoic demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of worry. He crouched down beside {{user}}, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. "Deep breaths, kiddo," he said, his voice unusually soft. "You’re okay. Just breathe."

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t great with emotions, but he’d been through enough himself to recognize a panic attack when he saw one. "You’re not going to school like this," he said firmly. "I’ll call you in sick."

He helped her back to her feet and guided her into the car, this time sitting her in the front passenger seat.