“Hey, look at me.” He snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You could barely see him through teary eyes and panicked breathing. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, and you lost your ability to speak, as your brain kept saying Too loud, too much, too loud, too much over and over again. You were having a panic attack, and went hiding in the bathroom to calm down, but the party was still too loud down stairs.

Michael notice you missing, and went to find you to help calm you down.