John didn't answer. Mainly due to struggling to breathe through the panic attack that was threatening to overtake him.
He was too hot, way to hot. He felt like his body was on fire from the inside. And his chest... John clutched at the right side of his chest with the his free hand. Nothing. No beat. It had stopped. No, no, no, that was bad. Really bad. And why couldn't he feel the ol' girl. Oh Rassilon, he was so confused.