sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
His chest was burning, everything felt small and confined and the world was pressing in on him from all sides. There was a chill in the air but he felt hot, too hot, his heart pounding like a jack hammer and his brain reeling in a panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew what was happening, that everything taking place right now was physical and chemical, signals sent from his brain to different parts of his body in a reaction to the shock that had hit him with so much force and with so little warning, but there was no way to apply that logic and sense when it felt like he was going to pass out or throw up any moment. Sam honestly wasn't sure which was more pressing and with one hand he clutched at the ground so hard he tore up a clump of grass and dirt as well, the latter embedding beneath his fingernails.
In his narrowed and unfocused vision he could just make out legs nearby, past the thunder of his heart and the grating rasp of his own laboured breathing he heard a voice. Jo. She had followed him outside. Sam shut his eyes tightly and tried to get a hold of himself, tried to get his breathing under control as Jo spoke to him, trying so hard to follow that rhythm but he couldn't hit the notes.
If he'd had the breath in his lungs he might have whimpered, made some sort of sorry sound in his throat, but there was nothing to give her. Sam tucked into himself tighter, the quiet voice that told him that would only make everything so much harder drowned out by the panic that was gripping him so tightly.