Kenny rushed into the class and sat down.    He put his bag down and put his head down on his desk.   He took a breathes to calm himself down.   He thought he would do just fine and could deal with this.   Whispering to himself he said. "5 objects.....   My desk, my left arm, my right arm, a pencil, and water bottle."   He took a deep breath then said. "4 sounds I hear....   Talking, marker, pencils, and myself."   He took another pause and continued,   "3 objects I feel....  My desk, tears, and my breath.  2 smells... Salt and body spray.  1 thing I taste.   Cigarette."   It didn't calm him down fully since he knew people were still looking at him but it was enough.   He wiped his tears and looked up to see the teacher writing on the board.    The bell rang once again as Craig grabbed his bag.   He hated mathematics so he didn't pay attention to it.   He walked through the hall until he felt someone on his back.    Craig spun around to see Kenny with slight tears in his eyes.  Since the bell had just rung no one was looking at them because of the crowded hallway, so Craig grabbed Kenny's arm and pulled him to the bathroom.    "You alright? What happened?"   Craig asked with just a tiny bit of worry on his face that he wouldn't admit.    Kenny looked up at Craig and said,  "T-the people.... Uh- They were looking and talking about me when I was walking to class and in class.     I-I don't like it...."   Kenny had been fiddling with his sleeve the whole time through class and going to Craig.  Craig noticed this and thought it was kinda childish but knew it would probably help keep composure.   "It's ok.  They won't remember forever, hopefully they are all too busy and will forget."   Craig said to Kenny to try and help him.  He had no idea what in the living hell he was doing, he had never had to help someone if they had a panic attack, and if he did he would've probably walked away.  Craig wouldn't do that to Kenny, after all he's been through it would make Craig feel bad.   Kenny walked closer to Craig and hugged him.  It was a conforting hug, just one to calm someone down even if the person who got hugged wasn't the one who needed it.   Craig looked down at Kenny who buried his face into Craig's chest.   He softly smiled and put his arms around Kenny in a way of a hug.