I got kidnapped by Jason Voorhees

Panic attack

JASON POV

I woke up to find Ames on the floor, holding a stuffed animal to her chest.
She was rocking back and forth, muttering to herself.
I crunched down and took her in my arms.
She whimpered into my chest as her tears fill onto my shirt.
I rubbed her back trying to sooth her.
What is wrong with my girl?

AMES POV

I been having panic attacks, a lot lately.
However this is the rare occasion when Jason saw me having one.
My mind races and my anxiety
Takes over.
I'm sure I may have mentioned this in the past.
Be the struggle is real.
When my anxiety takes control I can't think straight.
I barely register that it's my fears taking over.
The not knowing, if you been lied to.
Not feeling like you can trust the ones most dear.
Not being able to feel safe from one's own mind and thoughts.
I got out of bed and my thoughts were going haywire.
I haven't registered to take half a panic pill.
So I sat on the floor with my favorite stuffed animal and begun rocking myself back and forth.
I kept muttering to myself it's mind over matter.
But my own words did nothing for the racing thoughts.
I felt like a zombie type state as I stared at the wall.
Suddenly I feel strong arms wrap around me.
I cry into his chest, while muttering positive stuff to myself.
As I feel his lips press against my forehead I feel myself come to reality.
I open my eyes to look at concerned one staring back at me.
We sit there on the bedroom floor, looking at one another.
No words were spoken as we hold on to each other.
He wipes the tears from my cheeks.
I finally let my breathing slow, as my heart slowly settles down as well.
He gently lifts me up into his arms cradling me to his chest, while standing up.
He carries me to the kitchen placing me on the counter.
Now we're eye level, he stares right into my eyes.
While saying what's wrong ?