A tough assignment and a fight with Abby ended in a slow growing anxiety attack, your chest tightening as your breathing picked up and turned into a mix of fast gasps and slow exhales, an excruciating pattern.

Abby found you curled into a ball at your post, hands shakily covering your face. She walked over, crouching down. “Let’s be honest, yeah?… I’m no good for you, darling.” She murmured before you latched onto her.

“I think you know that, too…” She whispered softly.