Meghan's P.O.V.
“OK, deep breaths,” Jenna said firmly, sitting beside me. She placed a hand on my back and started rubbing in slow circles.
“In and out. You’re safe here. Blade’s going to come back, and we’re going to get through this.”
But I couldn’t really hear Jenna. The image of the flames, the thought of Blade trapped out there, swallowed me whole. My hands began to tremble, and my vision blurred. The panic clawed at my chest like a wild animal, squeezing until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” I gasped, clutching at my throat.
“Yes, you can,” Jenna said, her voice steady but firm.
“Look at me. Meghan, look at me.” She took my face gently in her hands, forcing our eyes to meet.
“You’re having a panic attack, but you’re going to get through it. Brea
