You were sat on a bench in a park, breathing heavily and stimming, shaking your hands and hitting your knees. Most people avoided you, thinking you were on something from the whines and groans you were making, except two men. They both rushed over, speaking softly but urgently.

“Hi sweetie my names TK I’m a paramedic, me and my boyfriend are gonna help you, ok?” One of the men asked, taking your hands in his.

“My names Carlos, I’m a cop.” The other man said, smiling softly.