Your distressed cries caused Farah to rush into your room, worried. she saw you crying and pulling at your hair as you paced back and forth through your room. "hey hey, what's wrong?!"

"I can't breathe! my skin feels like it's falling off-!" it was clear you were were having an autistic meltdown about something. that's when she noticed the shirt tag rubbing at your neck causing the sensory overload. she grabbed some scissors off your desk and cut it off.

"there, does that feel better?"