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Keep calm, she said. It’s okay.

He looked at her, his eyes wide, his mind delirious. He felt like tearing up the world.

I’m thirsty, he said. Can I have some water?

She smiled and held his hands. Of course; bear with me one moment.

He smiled back.

Close your eyes and count to ten, she said. And breathe slowly.

As she left, he could see that everywhere around him was a blur, as if he had forgotten to put on his glasses.

It felt quiet and while he was certainly in a state of shock, unable yet to form any real thoughts, the more time passed – even in its infinitesimal state – the more he was sure he was safe.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the air around him nourishing. He counted to ten.

When he opened his eyes, he saw around him nature at its most resplendent. He was in an opening of land, beyond a forest, in front of him which, in the not so distant horizon, lay a waterfall.

She arrived with a drink. How are you, she asked.

Thank you, he said, and he took a sip, then another. His thirst was diminishing. Coming around, he said.

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