There was a loud knock on the door. He couldn't really tell how long it was he had been laying there but it seemed like hours. If only this was the first time this happened. Lately he was having a hard time sleeping and when he finally managed, he always had those awful nightmares and panic attacks out of nowhere. He just lay there, unable to move and all he could do was feel his heart throbbing and cold sweat dripping from him.

This was one of those awful occasions. All he wanted was to nap a little before it was time to meet Sapphire at the movies. Oh God, Saphie. He had to call her. He had to let her know, what if he was late? What if she thought he'd stood her up?

But the knocking continued and he could hear her voice from outside. "Spencer?" the knocks only intensified per second as he couldn't even find the strength to answer her. Then there was a key turning in the lock and she opened the door quickly, hurrying by his side the moment she saw him spread out like this across the floor. Thank goodness he had given her a spare key.

"Spencer? What happened?" she leaned over him.

"I think I'm having a heart attack. I'm serious this time, oh my God." he buried his face in his hands and struggled to regain control over his breathing.

She ran to the kitchen. "Alright. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." she returned in an instant with a glass of water.

"Oh, it hurts. My heart hurts."

"Okay, water? Do you want water?" she was now panicking along with him.

"No. There's a high chance that if I drink it I'll throw up. Fluids are hard to digest when suffering from- Jesus, I can't breathe." he mentally counted to ten again and again, trying to balance his breathing.

"Alright, I'm going to call an ambulance and we're going to the hospital." she pulled out her phone but he stopped her.

"No! Don't call an ambulance. I hate hospitals. The lightning is terrifyingly bright and there's so many people, germs everywhere..." she took hold of his hand.

"But Spencer-" he felt her delicate fingers interlock with his as her tiny hand rested in his palm.

"Just help me..." he cut her off.

"Of course, of course." her hand slipped away as she grabbed the glass of water and started sprinkling drops on his face. "Okay, you have to calm down. Just think of all the things you have to live for, right? We bought all those desserts from Costco and we haven't tried them yet. Please calm down."

"Yeah, yeah okay." his heartbeat started to slow down.

"Just take deep breaths, sweetie." she regained hold of his hand and smiled encouragingly.

1,2,3... 1,2,3...he finally managed to calm down.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, I'm feeling good actually. I can go." he got up quickly, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Why did this have to happen? And why did she have to be here to witness it?

"What? No, Spencer." she pulled him towards the couch. "You cannot go anywhere. Here, come sit down."

"Fine." he surrendered to her moves as she settled him on the pillows.

"Have a sip." she handed him the water.

"Water. Sure, water is good."

"And let's talk about what just happened, shall we?" she giggled nervously.

"I thought I was dying." he answered simply.

"Alright. What brought that on? Why were you lying on the floor?"

"I...I don't know. I was just napping on the couch and then I had a nightmare and I woke up and, well I couldn't breathe. I just couldn't." he refused to look at her in the eyes and she noticed he turned crimson red.

"Oh you poor thing! Was it that bad? Has this occurred before?"

"The nightmares or the panic attacks?" his eyes locked on the glass of water shaking mercilessly in his grip.

"Both." she raised an eyebrow but the sad, compassionate look remained on her beautiful features.

He simply shook his head in response and she didn't even think twice before pulling him into her embrace. Her face settled in his chest and her arms wrapped around him protectively, as he buried his head inside her golden mane. Not that he minded. She smelled like cotton candy and caramel -a sweet accord of happy memories and playful melodies floating through the warm night air in every carnival he'd ever been in- that filled him with joy again.

"Oh darling...I'm so sorry...How long has this been happening?" she began to caress his back. It was odd how with her physical contact was always more than just pleasant, he didn't mind the germs or the dangerous bacteria that one could contract from such proximity. Because this was her, his sunshine, his perfect little fairy princess as Garcia had called her once.

"A couple months. It's just- I've been having trouble sleeping well..." his voice cracked.

"Well, have you seen a doctor about it? Perhaps it would help." she cooed.

"It's nothing serious. I'm just glad it's over." she broke the embrace, far too soon for Spencer's liking.

"Have you considered reducing your coffee intake? It might help with the nightmares and your sleep." she advised him wisely with a tiny grin.

"I have, but I don't want to. It'd be hard." his face dropped again but she took hold of his hand for once more, gently tracing her baby-soft fingertips over the lines of his palm. He pouted adorably.

"I think it's worth trying. And I can be of assistance, if you'd like me to of course." her grin turned into a smile, pearly white teeth exposed under her rosy lips.

"You promise?" he pleaded.

"Oh Cutie Pie, of course I do. Let's begin now. Why don't I make us a cup of tea?" she suggested cheekily and lifted herself off the couch.

He shook his head and smiled. What else could he do? He was the luckiest man in the world to be honored with having her in his life. Although this wasn't quite the role he wanted her to have.