Panic surged within her, making her chest tighten even more. Her breaths became shallow and rapid, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
The overwhelming fear and stress crashed over her like a tidal wave, triggering a severe panic attack.
Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes, and her hands began to shake uncontrollably.
She clutched at her chest, her fingers digging into her skin as if trying to hold herself together.
Her heart pounded erratically, the rhythm chaotic and terrifying. Each breath felt like a battle, her lungs constricting painfully.
Ilkar's expression shifted from disbelief to alarm as he realized the severity of her distress.
He felt her heart racing beneath his palm, the rapid, uneven beats signaling her escalating panic.
Slowly, he withdrew his hand, his touch leaving a lingering warmth on her skin.
"Eira, calm down," he said urgently. "Breathe. Just breathe."
