Breathing was — helping, maybe. He wasn't really sure. It was making him feel more here, bit by bit, but coming back down into himself only made it worse. His chest was still tight and his stomach felt tight now too, like he might be sick, except he knew he wouldn't be. His head was spinning. He looked up at the ceiling and tried to breath more slowly, and that — helped, maybe. He honestly wasn't sure.

He was aware of her moving out into the hallway again, so that was a sign that he was coming down, he thought. Just being aware of another person was progress. He nodded at her reassurance, then took another deep breath.

"Yeah," he said, nodding again. "Yeah."