Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He wasn’t okay. He was anything but okay. Rika was right.
He was fucking spiraling.
And I doubted anyone knew the full measure of the mess
in his head.
Winter brought her head up. “Close your eyes,” she said,
putting her hands on his chest. “Close them for a minute.
We’ve got you.”
I peered down at him, seeing his eyes closed.
“We’ve got you,” she whispered again. “We’re yours.
We’re all yours. We’re not leaving.”
She put her head back down on him, holding him with one
of her hands resting on my thigh.
She inhaled long, deep breaths, soothing him with her soft
voice. “Damon at your back,” she said, “and me at your front.
Feel us breathing. Feel it.”
I did the same, tipping my head back and closing my eyes,
just concentrating on our bodies.
“In.” She drew in a breath. “And out.”
Will’s body shuttered, but he was trying.
In.
And out.
“Slow, Will,” she breathed out. “GGo slow.”
Her fingers squeezed my thigh, letting me know she was
here, and I rubbed her arm as we all kept our eyes closed,
trying to calm the fuck down.
“Do you feel him?” she asked Will. “Feel his body behind
you. And feel me.”
The shaking in Will’s body started to subside as his chest
rose slower and slower, all of us concentrating on every breath
and falling into sync.
“In,” she told us. “And out.”