It's - [ Finally she reaches up with her free hand, wiping tears and sweat off of her face. She looks down at her hand, somehow surprised that there's no blood mixed in, too. She can taste copper at the back of her throat. ] - I'm sorry.
[ Her heart is beating a mile a minute, and she can barely breathe, nauseous and dizzy. Well, at least she knows what this is, rationally, medically. She doesn't have them often, but. ]
I'm having a panic attack.
[ It's not life or death. There's no reason for her call, really, besides hearing a voice that reminds her she's not entirely alone. At least, he picked up. She forces herself to try and regulate her breathing. ] Sorry, if I woke you up.
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[ Her heart is beating a mile a minute, and she can barely breathe, nauseous and dizzy. Well, at least she knows what this is, rationally, medically. She doesn't have them often, but. ]
I'm having a panic attack.
[ It's not life or death. There's no reason for her call, really, besides hearing a voice that reminds her she's not entirely alone. At least, he picked up. She forces herself to try and regulate her breathing. ] Sorry, if I woke you up.