Jamie was snapped out of her pleasant, post orgasmic autopilot as Nadia began to jerk and fight. Now she was shouting and the startled blonde bolted backwards so fast that she fell right off the table, falling to the ground in a heap and letting out a hiss of pain. She quickly scrambled back onto her feet as Nadia continued to scream and started to cry.<i>Oh no…</i>Carl seemed to manage to pull away from the redhead in a much more graceful fashion and was now struggling to get the ropes off of a squirming, screaming girl with a look of terror in his eyes.<br/><br/>Well…it’s nice to know that the women aren’t the only ones freaking out right now.<br/><br/>“Shhh…you’re okay. Be still Nadia, we can’t get the ropes off if you keep the tension in them.” But Nadia kept squirming as if the only thing she had heard was ‘we can’t get the ropes off’. Carl looked so rattled and like he was shutting down, everything was falling apart!<i>Son of a bitch… Ok…just don’t panic…don’t panic. If you panic she’s just going to freak more.</i><br/><br/>Hysteria is contagious and the last thing any of the three of them needed was for her or Carl to break down and only add to the chaos. So she took a deep breath to calm her stressed out nerves. Since Nadia didn’t seem to want to hold still so that Jamie could undo the bindings, the blonde grabbed the scissors off the edge of the table. Afraid to nick her with them as she struggled, she ended up having to cut the taunt rope so that her and Carl could undo the makeshift cuffs once there was some slack in the nylon.<br/><br/>Even though she was now free of her restraints, Nadia still seemed shaken. Shit…they broke her. A huge surge of regret and guilt flooded the blonde’s heart. She hadn’t wanted to break the other girl! Didn’t want to break anyone, not like this. Jamie didn’t destroy things, she built them! All she had wanted to do was just play a bit, to try something new. But it seemed that they had been playing with fire and had burned Nadia really badly. The taller girl seemed to be in a dark place that she couldn’t get out of on her own. Someone was going to have to help console her. So Jamie looked over at Carl, figuring he had had tons of girlfriends and probably knew what to do when girls cried. What startled her was that Carl was looking back at her with the –same- hopeful expression that maybe she knew what the hell to do.<br/><br/><i>Fucking…Goddamnit Carl! Just because I have a vagina doesn’t mean I know what the hell to do when girls cry!</i>Well…he’s obviously going to be little help with his masculine emotional depth of a puddle. A sexy puddle…but a puddle none the less.<br/><br/>Alright…what do you do when girls cry?<i>Leave the room and come back one hour later with flowers?</i><br/><br/>This is why you are single. Because you are an idiot.<br/><br/>Fuck…it’s over. Carl was no help and she was almost as emotionally stunted when it came to really hard feelings as he was. They were screwed. She finally looked away from her teammate, green eyes now resting on Nadia. Seeing her tear streaked face broke Jamie’s heart and she let out a soft, worried little whimper. She needed to –do something-! So she regrouped her thoughts and tried to plot another plan of attack. She needed to find something she knew she could handle, something that wasn't so scary because she knew what she was doing. So what did she know about: art, football, set design, girls, rock climbing... Work! Yeah! She was good at her job!<br/><br/>Okay…what do you do when small kids freak out on the high ropes course?<i>Panic?</i>No…after that.<i>Pass the problem off to your supervisor?</i>What if your boss isn’t there?<i>Ummm…climb up, talk them down, hold their hand the whole way to the ground, then give them lots of hugs until they stop crying?</i><br/><br/>Okay, she could do that. If she equated Nadia to a scared little kid, and not a terrified young woman, this situation seemed much more manageable. So Jamie ran over to the couch and grabbed her blazer, bringing it back over so that she could wrap Nadia up in it so the other girl felt a little more covered and a little less vulnerable to the world. Then the blonde climbed back up onto the table with her, gently brushing errant locks of red hair from her tear streaked face and tucking them behind her ears. “Just breath…in through your nose, out through your mouth. Nice, deep, breaths.” She cooed softly into her ear, leaning down to give her temple a gentle kiss.<br/><br/>Jamie didn’t smother her…didn’t grasp her or hold her in a warm embrace even though part of her wanted to. Unsure of where exactly things had gone wrong, the blonde was hesitant to hold the taller girl if what had set her off in the first place had been being restrained for so long. So she took one of Nadia’s left hand in her right one, lacing their fingers together and giving her a reassuring squeeze. Then her free hand began stroking her back, played with her hair, doing the things she knew she liked other people to do for her on the rare occasion that Jamie cried infront of people.<br/><br/>“Shhh…it’s okay…you’re alright. I’m sorry if we hurt you sweetie. But Carl and I are right here and we’re going to keep you safe and you can tell us what’s wrong when you’re ready. You don’t have to feel ashamed about anything that just happened and we’re not going to judge you or be upset with you.”