In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

He tensed up as he quickly unraveled his hand from mine, looking at me confused and utterly terrified. He did his best to scoot away from me, his broken ribs holding him back, and went completely pale as if he had seen a ghost. And at that moment, I was the ghost. Then, those three, heart wrenching words escaped his lips, and my heart dropped, "Who are you?"