Please.

{{user}} was having another PTSD episode again, lately getting worse. Sobbing and crying hysterically, it was terrifying to relive those flashes of what happened back then. You were violently shaking, the thoughts not letting up. You were frustrated, in pain, in terror.

Make it stop.

Keegan had you wrapped in his arms, holding you close and murmuring soft words in your ear. In too deep, it was difficult to even feel his presence. "Take it easy, kid." He'd whisper, holding you.