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But I Can't Tell if I've Been Breathing or Sleeping or Screaming

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Andy woke to someone frantically shaking her shoulder and she shot upright, grabbing her gun from under her pillow.

“Andy,” Quynh, said, struggling to breathe.

“Quynh? Can you breathe?” Andy asked, quickly shoving the gun back under her pillow.

She shook her head. “Dr- drowning,” she managed to say. “Feels like-”

“Oh, Quynh. Okay, okay,” Andy murmured, hugging Quynh close to her.

What could it be? Obviously a panic attack, but there was something else, she could just tell. Drowning, Quynh said it felt like drowning. She didn’t know, and even if she did, she probably couldn’t do anything about it.

“An- Andr- Andy, please-” she said, her breathing getting worse and worse, “Please- scared- I can’t-”

“I know, I know. But you’ll be alright, I promise. I’m right here. I’ll be here when you wake up, I swear it,” Andy said, holding Quynh even tighter, moving a hand to run her fingers through her hair.

She’d died having a panic attack, and revived having another one.

“Quynh, hey, shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

It was then that she realized that she was being held in place by someone’s arms, not a metal coffin and thousands of feet of ocean.

“Andromache,” she gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around the other woman.

“Right here, I’m right here. You’re okay.”

“Andy.” She pressed her face into the other woman’s shoulder, taking a deep breath. “What- what was that? What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Andy admitted. “But it doesn’t really matter, all that matters is that you’re okay, now.”

“I- What- what if it happens again?” Quynh asked quietly, the fear evident in her voice.

“It won’t,” Andy said confidently. She actually didn't know what was happening or whether or not it would happen again, but if her suspicions were correct, it definitely wouldn’t.

“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”