Hannah felt herself dozing off in his arms, the rise of his chest and the stroke of his hands on her back soothing her still-shaky nerves. Her head felt so heavy, she couldn't bring herself to lift it. This was the worst: when the anxiety attack faded and the depression set in. The guilt, the shame, like lead inside of her. She felt like she was stuffed with rocks.
The minutes stretched on until finally Hannah let out a long sigh. "Take me upstairs?" she whispered against his neck. "I can walk, I just need someone to lean on."