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Jan. 22nd, 2012 10:13 pmSarah's shift hasn't been anything out of the ordinary. She's kept to her tables and there are slow periods just like any other day. She notices in the post-dinner rush that her pulse is racing, but she figures it has to do with the high heat of the kitchen and the pace from the hurrying she's just done. It's not unusual to happen to her. What is unusual is that she starts having trouble catching her breath.
She pulls up a stool, getting a water for herself and breathing in deeply. It's reminiscent of some of the milder panic attacks she's had in her time -- when John's life was on the line, when she didn't know if their safety had been compromised -- but the only battle she faces now is getting from session to session. She's nearing completion and had stupidly thought that the side effects would fade.
She's fairly sure she spoke too soon.
"Neil," she summons him quietly, when the dizziness hits again. "Neil, I need you to do me a big favor. Can you do that?"
She pulls up a stool, getting a water for herself and breathing in deeply. It's reminiscent of some of the milder panic attacks she's had in her time -- when John's life was on the line, when she didn't know if their safety had been compromised -- but the only battle she faces now is getting from session to session. She's nearing completion and had stupidly thought that the side effects would fade.
She's fairly sure she spoke too soon.
"Neil," she summons him quietly, when the dizziness hits again. "Neil, I need you to do me a big favor. Can you do that?"