"Deep breath, Foster." As Sophie's heart continued slamming against her chest, Keefe tucked her head into the crook of his neck. She was having another panic attack. "Inhale with me, alright?"
Sophie tried - she really did - but on every attempt her breath tangled, causing a dry cough instead.
"Loosen your shoulders," he recommended, rubbing his hand over the tension near her neck. "Then try again."
Sophie relaxed her muscles a little. She took one breath, then another.
"That's my girl." Keefe kissed the top of her head, his arms unwilling to let her go. When she had calmed enough to inhale by herself, he whispered, "There you go. Just keep breathing, Foster."
