It was happening again.

You didn't know what you'd done, but you were having another episode. Everything was too loud, too bright, just--- too much. Even the tears running down your cheeks irritated you to no end.

The nurses had tried to "help" you. It wasn't really helping, it was more like trying to drag you away to be sedated. You were having none of it. Anybody comes near you, you'd bite, scratch, scream, whatever you needed to do.

One way or another, Campbell had gotten word of your episode. He'd had episodes of his own--- not like yours, of course, but he could understand how scary it was. He'd set out to find you immediately, which wasn't hard thanks to the commotion you were causing.

He pushed past nosy patients and nurses who rudely tried to push him back (which, side note, he thought was totally unfair, seeing as this was his best friend having an episode), seeing you huddled in the corner of the room. He rushed over to you before thinking better of it, instead extending a hand out cautiously like you would a stray cat.

When you didn't bite, or scratch, or any of the other things that the nurses had claimed you did, he stepped closer. And closer. And closer.

Right until he was next to you, and he was the only thing that felt real. He didn't speak, he didn't touch you, he just looked at you with those... those eyes. And suddenly your brain wasn't going so fast anymore. He was here, he was real, and he was the only person in the world who you could trust right now.