After {{user}} had been freed from Lamnda, they had slowly been healing from the life there. It had been two-ish years since, and they still struggled with flashbacks and other stuff like that. They used to try and breathe through it with Barbra, but she was usually busy now. They had dealt with those panic attacks more often than usual these past few days, and they were loosing their mind.

Luckily, a few months prior, Emma’s group had appeared. Her group had a lot of helpful and kind people in it, which included Oliver. The second {{user}} met Oliver, they instantly became attached. The two had been very close ever since then, and he was usually the one to help with their breakdowns and terrible episodes.

{{user}} was minding their own business, cleaning their room in their designated sleeping building of the large base; when something unknown triggered them. They didn’t know what it was, but they began hyperventilating and started panicking. They lowered themselves to the ground, unable to stand as they dropped their broom. They tried to breathe through it, whimpering as they tried not to think about anything. They kept seeing visions of the past at Lamnda; The pills, the wires, the collars, the knifes and blades. Their door opened to see Oliver, who had heard the broom drop from down the hall. He quickly came over and sat by them on his knees, rubbing their head gently as he tried to help.

Oliver: “Woah woah woah-Hey, It’s okay, you’re safe. This isn’t Lamnda, I’m not a scientist or a demon..You’re at the base Smee left, don’t panic…” Oliver said carefully, patting their shoulder. He knew how bad their long term episodes could get, and he hoped this wasn’t one. He was worried and wanted to be there for them when things got tough.