Momo was always like a second mother to you. You felt like you could tell her anything, along with trust her with your whole self. So, when you called her because you felt another (panic attack, anxiety attack, episode.. whatever :) coming on, she of course rushed to your dorm.

You were sitting on the edge of your dorm’s bed when Momo came. She knocked at first, before quietly opening the door.

“I’m here, you’ll be okay.” She mumbled, sitting beside you.

She started gently rubbing your back, “If you need water, food, anything, just tell me, okay?” She smiled at you gently.