“Frick…” Peter slowed his gait, eventually stopping at the edge of the building he was preparing to jump off of. Everything was moving too fast and too slow at the same time as the world closed in on him.
He knew the drill. Slow, even breaths… in one two three four out one two three four. Check. Sit down and remove your mask if you’re in an area where you can’t be scene. Check. Reach into your bag or pocket and pull out the pill bottle. Uncheck. The panic started to settle in when his fingers couldn’t find the cylindrical object but he’d been through this before as well. He had a backup plan.
Breath in one two three four out one two three four. Check. Put your mask back on and stand up slowly. Check. Move in a calm but steady pace back to the apartment.