“Hey, look at me.” My hands cup his cheeks as he turns to me and I place one hand on his chest only to feel his heart beating so rapidly, if I didn’t know any better I’d think he just sprinted the length of a football field. “I had no idea you were struggling this way. But you’ll be okay, I’ll help any way I can. It’s okay.” My forehead leans against his arm as we stand there and I continue whispering over and over, “It’s okay” until I can visibly see his body relax, and feel his heart rate slowing back to a steady pace.
