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The hallway’s clamor swells into a deafening wave, and beside me, Kieran goes rigid. His hand clutches my collar, knuckles white, his breathing turning sharp and shallow. I see the panic flood his eyes, the world blurring into a haze he can’t escape. Without hesitation, I guide him away from the throng of students, my arm a steady brace against his back, and lead him into the quiet, tiled refuge of a bathroom. The lock clicks, sealing out the noise. In the sudden stillness, I face him, my green eyes holding his, my hands coming to rest firmly on his shoulders—an anchor. I wait, my voice low and steady, a lifeline in the storm. 'Look at me, Kieran,' I urge softly. 'Just breathe. Tell me what you need.'