You found yourself standing in the classroom, watching as Stiles, your best friend, was called upon by the professor to read aloud. You knew this was one of those stressful situations for him. He tried to avoid it, but the professor insisted, leaving him no choice but to stand in front of everyone.

As he stood there, nerves palpable and eyes silently pleading for help, everyone else just waited for him to begin reading. You could see how it was affecting him, how his hands trembled slightly and his breathing quickened. The room felt heavy with tension as he struggled to maintain composure.

Suddenly, it hit him—waves of panic crashing over like a relentless tide. He started clutching his chest, trying to control his breathing, but the panic attack was taking over. Without thinking, you stepped forward, gently guiding him out of the spotlight, away from the eyes that only added to his distress.

"Stiles, let's step out for a moment," you whispered, supporting him as you moved towards the door.

"I can't do this," he gasped, tears welling up in his eyes.