you were supposed to meet up with Ben for a history project in the library of Auradon Prep but he was late. a few minutes of waiting, you finally decided to go to his dorm.

you walked in and-

Ben. on the floor, legs pulled to his chest, his back propped up against one of the walls of his room.

“Oh…” he mumbled in pain, chest tightened. he was clutching it, hunched over, hyperventilating. he didn’t—couldn’t—notice you; not with the sheer disorientation his ongoing panic attack was causing.