His brow was covered in sweat already. His feet felt immobile, so he sat himself on the arm of the couch trying to catch his breath. It had disappeared in a matter of minutes.
Manfred held his hand out that she needn't worry, he'd felt this before. He'd felt this way ever since the anniversary of his death, after finding out about her. Only this time it wasn't going away.
"I'm fine," he struggled to get out, but that pound was getting louder and he wasn't able to focus on anything. He couldn't even see her there standing in front of him through the blur.
His heart pulsated again this time stronger. He slid down off the couch, clutching tightly to his chest through gritted teeth. "I feel like I'm dying."