Regret Me

Jimmy Fallon

"Baby," Lizzie whispered the next morning.

I hummed and opened my eyes to her sad smile. Furrowing my brows, I sat up in my bed and cupped her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked quickly.

"I think I'm having a panic attack," she exhaled in one breath.

"Okay, you're all right," I nodded with a small smile, rubbing my thumbs along her cheekbones, "can you take some deep breaths for me?"

She hummed and nodded, taking a shaky breath in and then out.

"Perfect, and again?" I asked.

She repeated her deep breaths three more times as her hands stopped shaking and she nodded slowly.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded once more before flicking on the bedside lamp.

"I was thinking about the interview later and I was reading the email and there are supposed to be over a hundred people in the audience," she explained, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"I hate to break it to you darling, but you know the Oscars have millions of people watching them, right?" I asked.

She hummed and nodded, "and im even more anxious about that but it's not until March so I don't need to think about it now."

"Okay," I laughed out my nose, "how many people will be at this interview with you tonight? Is it the whole cast?"

"Lily Rabe, Jesse Plemons and Lesli," she replied.

"Do any of them know about your anxiety?" I asked.

"No, not really," she shook her head, "I had a moment once when we were filming but it was only in front of the camera crew and Jesse."

"I think you need to tell at least one of them how anxious you get in social situations," I smiled sadly, "I know it's scary and you don't want to do it, but I think it'll really help you."

"Yeah," she exhaled, "I know, it's just- I don't want to be this big issue, I hate being so difficult."

"It's not difficult, you're not difficult baby, you just have this thing that means you get heart racing, hand shaking problems when you're in stressful situations and that's okay," I assured her, "it's actually pretty common. I can promise you that you're not the only one that feels like this."

She hummed a yes and nodded once more, "I know Scarlet's here with Jessie, and you haven't seen her in ages b-but can you- do you think-"

"I'll be there," I cut her off.

"It's a lot to ask," Lizzie sighed.

"No, it's not," I smiled, "I want to be there. I'll be in the side-lines cheering you on. If you need anything, I will be right there. I will be sat with you as they get you ready to step in front of that camera and I will be there afterwards."

"What about Scarlet?" she asked quietly.

"I'll buy them a takeaway and they can stay here and watch a movie," I nodded, "what time is the show?"

"I need to be in the studio by two o'clock," she exhaled, "we're on at seven I think."

I nodded slowly, "is there like, an after party? How do these things work?"

"We'll probably go for a cast dinner," she replied.

"Can I come?" I asked.

"Definitely," she smiled, "are you sure you don't mind coming with me? It'll be pretty boring for you."