I see Livvy’s eyes widen as I touched her arm. Hear her scream at me to leave her alone, and I know by the look within her eyes and the way her body is reacting to me that she is not okay. I can’t leave her. Her words inside the bar struck something inside of me, made me feel uneasy, and I needed to know what she meant. But the way she is reacting now tells me we have bigger issues.
I saw her fall to the ground, she was struggling to breathe. I know instinctively she is having a panic attack having seen my friend in high school struggle with them for years.
“Livvy!” I say, trying to get her attention, making sure she knows it is me there. Hoping that having me there may help her. I do the first thing I can think of and gently take her face in my hands and turn it, so she is looking at
