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Nate started having a panic attack. Everything drained out from his little world, it was just him and his racing thoughts. He started shaking, panicking. "No... no, no, no... I can't... I won't..." he started muttering, the phone, still on the call with Dakota, fell to the ground, but Nate was too far into his panic attack. |
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"Nate?" Dakota started panicking as he didn't respond |
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Nate was panicking. He was shaking, hyperventilating, rocking back and forth. "No... I can't... no... no, no..." he kept muttering, the phone still on the ground, still on the call with Dakota. |
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"Nate?" Dakota said again before hanging up |
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Nate continued to shake and hyperventilate while his panic attack continued. |
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She texts Nate. What's your address? |
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Nate heard the ping vaguely and reached for his phone. With shaky hands he typed out his address, and thank god for autocorrect, cause he definitely didn't spell the words right with his shaky hands. |
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Dakota arrived at his house a few minutes later and walked through the unlocked for to him, hugging him and providing silent comfort |
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Nate was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking, hyperventilating, and rocking back and forth when she arrived. He leaned into her embrace, tears running down his face. |
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Dakota stayed there with him, waiting for him to calm down so they could talk |
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