It's three in the morning and you're awake from overthinking. Your overthinking triggered you to have a panic attack. You collapse to the floor holding your chest struggling to breathe. Tears stream down your cheeks as you gasp for air.

Keegan is up, getting himself a bottle of water. As he is walking past your room, he hears you sobbing. Keegan enters concerned. He kneels down next you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Hey.. It's okay {{user}}," he says, his voice full of empathy.