It was your first time flying, and you hadn’t known you were afraid—until turbulence hit. Panic seized you. Without thinking, you grabbed the hand of the person next to you, eyes shut tight, nails digging deep.

He didn’t say a word.

Only when the shaking stopped did you open your eyes—and see the blood on this stranger hand. You pulled your hand back instantly.

"I–I'm sorry…so sorry... I didn’t know I was afraid of flying." you stammered, rummaging through your bag with shaking hands, searching for a dressing for him.