Vulcans were not supposed to have panic attacks. Spock knew that.

Why, then, was the only thing that he could see behind his eyelids his planet, being decimated? Why did he tremble so? Why did his breath feel stressed, as if he could not take another? This was, without a doubt, the basis of a panic attack.

Beside him, Jim seemed to pick up on this, although the notion was completely illogical. At any rate, the covers rustled; Jim's arm wrapping around his torso, searching. Finally, Jim's cool fingers trailed down his arm, meeting his own.

Jim again relaxed. Spock stilled.