✖ anxiety attack: 006 ✖ Backdated to Summer Lovin' event ✖

[Mika doesn't sleep well most nights. In fact, she can barely sleep at all in unfamiliar places, prone to nightmares and night terror fits. When the sudden shift from her spot on the couch to the bed in the suite, Mika's eyes snap open instantly as she bolts upright and nearly leaps clear off the bed. Yanking the lamp off the bedside table before she was even fully coherent, screaming at nothing as memories of twisted rotting hallways fill her mind.

The last few times she awoke in strange beds left deep scars on her, and it takes her a moment to realize that the hotel room she's in isn't one that haunts her nightmares, and that the room is actually nearly pristine. With her heart thundering in her ears and pounding against her ribcage, Mika looks like a caged animal as she glances around for an exit, only for her wide-eyed stare to lock onto her 'husband.']

Quinn? What the hell is this?!