It was too much.

You sat in the cold interrogation room, listening to the continuous and maddening hum of the A/C. All of it was slowly overstimulating you and only adding to more of your worries, like your best friend dying and being framed. Why else would you be here?

You looked at the one-way window and the dim, reflective surface that looked back at you with the reflection of your pale and clammy skin, of course, the window can't catch it, but your heart is thumping so hard the humming of the A/C is fading into the background. It also seemed to be a blur when a kinder-looking man ran inside to calm you down. Apparently, you started clutching your shirt and hair, beginning to shake, hyperventilate, and cry.

"Hey, come on, stay with me. Breathe, breathe for me {{user}}, you'll be alright." Grissom assured, holding you by the shoulders and looking you in the eyes.