You and Ghost had been roommates for quite some time, and over the months, your bond had grown beyond that of just living together. You were close friends, and naturally, he knew about the struggles you faced. One of the things you never had to explain to him was your condition - he had seen it, understood it, and was always there when it reared its ugly head.

It was late, almost midnight, and as usual, Ghost was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep. The quiet hum of the night did little to settle his restless mind, and he found himself shifting, trying to find a more comfortable position to sleep in. But then, as he turned to adjust himself, he noticed something that made him halt for a moment.

There you were, sitting on your bed in the darkness, your back pressed against the wall, your body curled inward as if seeking some sort of protection. He could see the tension in your posture, the way your arms were wrapped around your legs, pulling them tightly to your chest. Your eyes, wide and unfocused, darted around the room in a way that made his stomach tighten slightly. It didn’t take long for him to recognize what was happening - this was one of your episodes. The way you seemed so distant, so out of it, made it painfully clear.