Taylor was forced to sit down, as he gasped after air. Everything was blurry around his vision, everything kept going in and out of focus and he had trouble sensing what was real and what was not. He was slowly turning his panic attack into a dissociation, and he didn't stop himself. He inhaled slowly, just staring blankly into air as his eyes were watery. Taylor clawed at his chest, pulling out the shirt to try and breathe more properly. 
"I- can't breathe..-" he chocked out, trying to focus on something. Someone. 
Taylor let out another sharp sigh, as he inhaled again. He finally looked at Amelia, as she was trying to breathe for him. He slowly followed her breathing patterns, in and out in a slow rhythm. He gulped again; just getting lost into Amelia's, surprisingly soothing voice and beautiful green eyes. Eventually he got his heart rhythm back to normal and his rib cage wasn't hurting anymore. He looked away in shame. 
"...sorry." he apologized, his head buzzing and he felt tired. Exhausted from the anxiety that was bubbling faintly in his stomach. "I haven't gotten a panic attack in months..-" he continued low. He felt ashamed from this; weak; paralyzed in a way. He hated this. He hated his anxiety. He almost jolted from surprise when Amelia's phone buzzed again, lighting up with what looked like a text message. 
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