"Shut up. That won't help." I tell L, grabbing A's hands and pulling them away from his throat. "Keep yourself calm and he'll calm down. If you're screaming, he's going to panic more." I know. I've been there.

"Just breathe, A. Breathe. Breathe in, two, three, four, five. Out, two three four, five." I keep my voice soft, almost sing song as I repeat over and over the mantra that got me through my own panic attacks.