[Someone's putting a hand on his shoulder and someone is drawing him closer, and he's aware of it in a vague sense, but it's the words Veronica is saying that finally cut through the rush of thoughts and the haze of panic that have started to overtake him.
He looks up at her, making an effort to stop himself from hyperventilating. His heart feels like it's going to burst, but he closes his eyes and draws in heavy, deep breaths, bringing his hands away from his face.
After a few moments of this, once he's sure that he can gather enough air to form words. His tone is still frenzied, but he's trying to focus. There's a lot he wants to say, but he'll start with...]
Sorry. Sorry, sorry, I'm, I'll be fine, I'm - sorry. You, you were saying something. I'm okay. Sorry. Keep going.
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He looks up at her, making an effort to stop himself from hyperventilating. His heart feels like it's going to burst, but he closes his eyes and draws in heavy, deep breaths, bringing his hands away from his face.
After a few moments of this, once he's sure that he can gather enough air to form words. His tone is still frenzied, but he's trying to focus. There's a lot he wants to say, but he'll start with...]
Sorry. Sorry, sorry, I'm, I'll be fine, I'm - sorry. You, you were saying something. I'm okay. Sorry. Keep going.