Tim, who had been absorbed in his work, scribbling down notes on a note pad, his nose nearly pressed against the page, was snapped out of his trance when he heard the slight vibration of Sophia's phone on the table. Seizing the moment to take a rest, he leaned back in his chair, looking over at Sophia as she tapped at her phone screen with a look of...confusion? Anger? He couldn't quite tell. He furrowed his brow for a moment, watching her stare at her phone for a moment before another notification went off.

He felt his heart stop.

He watched the color drain from her face. Her hands began to shake, her pupils dilating as her breaths got faster. She tapped at the screen a few times before quickly burying her face in another book. He didnt know if she had even seen him looking at her. But it didnt matter, because he had seen her, and she... she was not well at all. He knew what it was. He didnt know the cause, but he knew the symptoms. Short breaths, lightheaded, probably. Oh, he knew them all too well. 

These were the exact things he felt when his mother talked to him.

"H-hey, Soph? Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, pushing his book aside, leaning over a bit to her.