I could feel the panic rising within me as I assessed the situation, crouching beside him. Nick's face had turned pale, and his breaths were shallow and rapid. The room seemed to fade away as I focused all my attention on him, blocking out the concerned whispers and worried glances from the others.
Gently, I placed my hand on his chest, trying to guide him through the breathing techniques to help people suffering from anxiety attacks. "Inhale deeply, Nick. Slowly, through your nose," I instructed, my voice steady despite the fear that gripped my heart.
"Get away from him!" I heard Monique shout, her voice filled with panic. She rushed towards us, pushing past the onlookers, and knelt down beside Nick, forcefully grabbing my hand from his chest. "He needs space," she said urgently, her eyes searching for any signs of improvement.
"I know what I'm doing!" I yelled in frustration, my voice strained. "I'm a nurse!"
