I felt tears welling in my eyes. Ugh, stupid oversize child tear ducts.

She’s going to hate me now, and I’ll never fit in and I’ll be all alone and - and -

“Green!” I heard a voice calling my name, but it was far away.

They were all going to hate me!

Somepony was touching my withers, but my skin felt cold and numb. I noticed my breaths were coming in short gasps.

“Pl-ease d-on’t h-ate me!” I gasped out.

“Green,” her voice was commanding, but not aggressive, I felt as she gave my withers a sharp squeeze, “Hey, Green, stay with me, breathe. You’re going to get through this.”

It all came together at that moment, but the realization didn’t help at all. I was having another panic attack. I was so weak, so useless. This body, my body, ugh!

“I-I’m s-sorry,” I managed to say. “It’s just- just a panic attack. You can go help someone else, I’ll be fine.”

Please leave. Please let me have a chance to get my emotions back under control. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. It hurts. It hurts in my chest.

“Shhhh,” she whispered kindly. “Everything is going to be alright. I don’t hate you. You’re safe here. Nopony is going to hurt you again.”

At some point, Redheart had picked up a brush and she started brushing my coat while I lay prone on the bed. And I cried. I’m not sure why, but having my coat brushed was really calming. Must be a horse thing. Or maybe another hoof magic thing since she was an earth pony.