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Daani Johal (princessdaani) wrote in 20somethings,

Vaguely Daani recognised she was having some kind of panic attack. She'd had similar episodes of fear and being emotionally overwhelmed following events with Manny, but those never made her paranoid like this. She rocked as her breath sped up. She needed to be safe.

She looked at Rhys wildly when he said her name, but keeping her eyes on him and Hamza to reassure her that there were people here who would defend her. It took a few minutes, and in a way she appreciated that they weren't approaching her, she wasn't sure she could take that right now. Little by little her breathing evened out, even if her left leg refused to stop jiggling up and down.

"I don't want to go back there," she said vehemently. "I can let you in, but if I'm moving I'm going to need someone else to pack everything up."

"Safer is good," she said, the spindle of hope sneaking its way into her squirming guts. "I'm heading for the World Cup in two days so I need do do all my reports as soon as possible," she said, the thought suddenly occurring to her again as a sense of calm returned. Everything was near enough ready for her trip, which was probably why she'd made far more food than she needed that morning.

The sudden addition of a whole bunch of stressful things on her schedule started to assert itself and the levels of coping that she had drawn on in the last couple of years started to fall into place. Her face returned to something approaching her work face. She sucked in a deep and calming breath, straightening her spine and fiddling with the folds of her sari to set it to rights, then slowly released her breath. She could still feel and acknowledge the fear and stress, but she was feeling better for her moment of serious panic. "Okay, let's get to work," she said.