I watched Aryana try her best to follow my chest movements, trying to get into the same rhythm she felt underneath her palm. However, the air still seemed to be made of water, invading her throat and lungs because she ended up coughing violently as she attempted to slow her panicked breaths, choking on every strangled gasp.I shifted to a more comfortable position to better guide Aryana through her panic attack. Still, I moved my hand from where it had rested on her cheek. It seemed that had been the wrong thing to do because it made her panic even more. Her hand almost clawed where it was latched onto the fabric of my clothes over my chest. Her other hand wildly lunged forward, searching for a contact, and her fingers grabbed my arm that had been supporting her."No, no, no," I murmured, returning my hand almost immediately to her face with my thumb tracing circles into her tear-stained skin. "It's okay, and I’m here. You're doing so well, mio tesoro." I reassured her, never stopping
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