"Just breathe, Simon." -sgtsanderson
sgtsanderson
“W-what do you think I- I am trying to do-” He said bitterly, or at least as bitter as one could sound in the middle of a panic attack. He was doing his best to even out his breathing, in and out, but the mask was only making it harder. He was quickly clawing at his face, trying to get the mask off his nose and mouth.















