**POV: Leon (first person)**
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I was walking to my art class when I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom, so I headed to the nearest one by the art room. There, I found Jax, but he didn't look okay. His eyes were glazed over, and he was panting heavily. I approached him and sat down in front of him.
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"Hey, Jax, breathe. I'm here. Just breathe, okay? Please, breathe."
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He was having a panic attack, and I didn't know what to do. I pulled him into my lap and ran my hands through his hair, trying to calm him down. Eventually, he began to relax and soon became heavy—he was asleep. I picked him up to take him to the nurse to get a note so I could take him home. I would have taken him to his house, but I didn't know where he lived.
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About 20 minutes later, the nurse excused us, and I walked him to my house.
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"Hey Dad, I'm home! I know it's early, but I have a friend who isn't feeling well and needs somewhere to sleep while he recharges. I don't know where he lives."
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Three hours later, I roll over in my sleep and notice that my bed doesn't smell like my bed, nor does it feel like it. I open my eyes and realize I am on a bed, but I'm also lying on top of something—no, someone. It's Leon.
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"What? What am I doing here?" I ask.
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"Oh, you're awake! Are you hungry? Oh wait, you probably don't eat," he replies.
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"Wait, what time is it? I need to be home before sunset!"
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