Of anything he might have expected following that initial phone call, Cassian certainly was not prepared for this.
He stares wide-eyed and confused and startled by the overflowing admission, torn between the emotional gut punch it is and the erratic rush of her breathing. He clambers to his feet and hurries over, worried it's going to send her into some kind of panic attack and just make all her injuries feel ten times worse.
"Jyn," he tries to keep his voice soft, soothing. He even holds out his hand, brushing his fingers over hers in case she wants to take it. "Jyn please, slow and careful breathing. You do not - now is not the time to work yourself up. I do not want you to hurt yourself more."
He doesn't know how to address... any of what she said. His emotions were already in overdrive from the accident, and now this, combined with his overarching concern for her well-being - he can't think on it. "We can talk later, okay? I promise. But now - please try and take a slow breath."
Not deep, because that might her her chest, but something, anything to quell her sobbing. It's still in him, that deep seated need to make sure she's okay.
She takes his hand immediately, holding it like it's a life raft, the only thing keeping her afloat. She may be weak from surgery and injury, but her grip remains as oddly strong as ever. He looks like a dreamy Impressionist painting through her tears, soft and watery, and she tries her best to focus on what he is saying even while she struggled to breathe without hyperventilating.
Which is what he wants too, for her to slow down.
He'd said something, she needs to focus on it. What had he said, what had he promised. Later, he'd promised later, if she breathed properly now. Focus, Jyn. Calm down. She knows she is having a panic attack, can feel the pressure in her chest, the way she feels overheated and nauseated. She knows but knowing never really makes it easier. Telling herself to breathe never really makes it easier either.
But she tries, breathing in and out slowly until it's too slow and makes her choke on the lack of air before she tries again. In and out, in and out, in and out. She can tell when she is breathing well because some of the tension fades from Cassian's shoulders. Her grip loosens slightly but she doesn't let go.
"'m okay. Sorry." She is full of apologies today, far too late.
When she takes it, he's struck by how much he's missed holding her hand. Their fingers wind together and he squeezes her hand back, despite how tightly she's gripping his.
He starts counting, slowly and quietly, trying to help her time her breaths, because a panic attack immediately post surgery does not feel like it will help much at all. He speaks mostly to set up a cadence, a pattern for her to focus on while she gets her breathing under control. They'd always done that for each other even before they started dating, it doesn't surprise him to fall back into it now.
"It's okay," he says softly. She doesn't have to apologize for a panic attack, and that's the only apology he is daring to touch right now. "You should have a sip of water."
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He stares wide-eyed and confused and startled by the overflowing admission, torn between the emotional gut punch it is and the erratic rush of her breathing. He clambers to his feet and hurries over, worried it's going to send her into some kind of panic attack and just make all her injuries feel ten times worse.
"Jyn," he tries to keep his voice soft, soothing. He even holds out his hand, brushing his fingers over hers in case she wants to take it. "Jyn please, slow and careful breathing. You do not - now is not the time to work yourself up. I do not want you to hurt yourself more."
He doesn't know how to address... any of what she said. His emotions were already in overdrive from the accident, and now this, combined with his overarching concern for her well-being - he can't think on it. "We can talk later, okay? I promise. But now - please try and take a slow breath."
Not deep, because that might her her chest, but something, anything to quell her sobbing. It's still in him, that deep seated need to make sure she's okay.
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Which is what he wants too, for her to slow down.
He'd said something, she needs to focus on it. What had he said, what had he promised. Later, he'd promised later, if she breathed properly now. Focus, Jyn. Calm down. She knows she is having a panic attack, can feel the pressure in her chest, the way she feels overheated and nauseated. She knows but knowing never really makes it easier. Telling herself to breathe never really makes it easier either.
But she tries, breathing in and out slowly until it's too slow and makes her choke on the lack of air before she tries again. In and out, in and out, in and out. She can tell when she is breathing well because some of the tension fades from Cassian's shoulders. Her grip loosens slightly but she doesn't let go.
"'m okay. Sorry." She is full of apologies today, far too late.
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He starts counting, slowly and quietly, trying to help her time her breaths, because a panic attack immediately post surgery does not feel like it will help much at all. He speaks mostly to set up a cadence, a pattern for her to focus on while she gets her breathing under control. They'd always done that for each other even before they started dating, it doesn't surprise him to fall back into it now.
"It's okay," he says softly. She doesn't have to apologize for a panic attack, and that's the only apology he is daring to touch right now. "You should have a sip of water."