Prompt: You are Best friends and he takes you to a haunted house where you have a panic attack which scares him.
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"Mitch, please can we do something else?" I ask grabbing his arm in an attempt to pull him away.

It was dark and loud. I hadn't even stepped foot inside and I was already not felling good about this. Mitch was dragging me to a serial killer haunted house type thing.

"Come on don't be a baby about it." He says teasingly leading me toward the door.

"Please just tell me there are no jump scares and that I won't get grabbed" I say grabbing tightly to Mitch's arm.

"There are no jump scares." He says pulling his arm from my grasp and putting it around my shoulders in a friendly manner.

As we enter I hear loud crashes a many screams from the people ahead of us.

"Mitch..." I say sounding like a frightened child. Which I mean I kinda am.

"You will be fine. It's not like these people will actually kill you. Grab you maybe, kill you, no." He says holding me tighter to his side.

Just then I feel a hand on my ankle making me scream and try to run. This ends in my almost falling flat on my face. I am so lucky Mitch has reflexes.

"I feel like I'm gonna puke." I say to Mitch as we got to the middle of the haunted house.

All of a sudden there was a strike of what I guess was supposed to be lightning and when it disappeared there was a killer clown. As if being chased by someone dressed like Jack the Ripper wasn't enough.

My breathing had excelled and gotten much shallower. My body started to shake and the room was spinning. I had tears coming out of my eyes.

Mitch stopped and started trying to get me to breath properly. It just wasn't working though. Mostly because he didn't know what to do.

"What can I do to help?" He asks in a rush. His eyes wide with fear and this time not from the haunted house.

All of a sudden everything went black and I felt my legs give out.

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"Hey!!!!?? Are you okay?" Mitch asked as my eyes fluttered open. I was no longer in the haunted house. I was now in a place that smelled of hand sanitizer and the walls were a bright white.

That was when it clicked in my head, I was in an infirmary.

"Did I black out?" I ask trying to sit up only for Mitch to push me back down. That was when I noticed the tear tracks on his face.

"Yes, I'm so sorry about making you walk through the haunted house." He says now sitting on the bed, running his hand through his hair.

"It's okay. You didn't think it would scare me that much." I say putting my hand on his shoulder as best I could for where I was.

"I just didn't know what to do. You scared me." He says holding my hand.

"Mitchie, it's okay. I'm fine. Plus it was kinda funny at the one part where you screamed like a girl." I say giving hug him a smile and sitting up to give him a hug.

He hugs me back tight. Soon breaking away to tell me to lay back down. So I do.

"I did not scream like a girl." He protests.

"Take it from your best friend, you screamed like a little girl." I say full on laughing at his expense.

"No more haunted houses?" I ask sticking my pinky finger out to him.

"No more haunted houses." He agreed wrapping his pinky finger around mine.

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