She can hear him move, do his Frank thing, she guesses, she doesn't know - she doesn't know anything anymore, it seems, can't even recall what she's been told and what she's done countless times before when dealing with patients suffering from panic attacks.
Something familiar. Sitting at the window at the diner, catching up with her mom. The smell of bacon and pancakes and her dad's singing from the kitchen. The Cuba sunshine, warming her up all the way to her bones. Her family. Familiar.
When she opens her eyes, she can breathe a little easier. It's like she can smell her mom's perfume lingering in her nose, and it helps calm down the erratic beating of her heart. She still can't move, but she feels an inch more like the person she knows she is. ]
Thanks. [ She isn't even sure he's still on the line, but it makes her feel better to say it anyway, makes the vice around her lungs ease up a little. She knows he's on his way. She knows he'll check her apartment for her. She knows. It's what she needs. ]
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She can hear him move, do his Frank thing, she guesses, she doesn't know - she doesn't know anything anymore, it seems, can't even recall what she's been told and what she's done countless times before when dealing with patients suffering from panic attacks.
Something familiar. Sitting at the window at the diner, catching up with her mom. The smell of bacon and pancakes and her dad's singing from the kitchen. The Cuba sunshine, warming her up all the way to her bones. Her family. Familiar.
When she opens her eyes, she can breathe a little easier. It's like she can smell her mom's perfume lingering in her nose, and it helps calm down the erratic beating of her heart. She still can't move, but she feels an inch more like the person she knows she is. ]
Thanks. [ She isn't even sure he's still on the line, but it makes her feel better to say it anyway, makes the vice around her lungs ease up a little. She knows he's on his way. She knows he'll check her apartment for her. She knows. It's what she needs. ]