Dylan can't really blame Rachel, since he would rather like to slam his fists into the mirror as well.

Behind Danny, the mirror wobbled, but Greg was too caught up in his own lust to even notice. "I think about it all the time," Greg continued, because of course now he thought this was what Danny wanted to hear. "I think about your pale skin and your beautiful lips. Dan, touch me, please."

Danny needed to ask if there were more people, but he couldn't take it any more. The scrubs Greg was wearing didn't exactly mask his erection and the way Greg rubbed his legs together, seeking out friction anywhere possible.

"Stop," Danny whispered because it's weak and pathetic to give up the game now.

"Dan-" Greg's grip tightened on Danny's hand and that was all Danny needed to send him over the edge into full-blown panic. "Daniel-"

"STOP!" Danny yelled, trying to pull his hand away when Greg's hand clamped down on his wrists.

"Daniel, why-"

"Oh god, HELP!" Danny called out to his friends, unable to keep up the mask any more. Tears appeared in his eyes because he's trapped and Greg's stronger, "help me, please!"

In the other room, Deirdre moved away from the door.