She’d been sitting here in the coffee house for fifteen minutes now, thinking she was just a little dizzy, all she needed was a cup of tea and she’d be fine. She’d drunk the tea, she’d sat quietly, but she didn’t feel better in the slightest. Everything still had that just-off-of-normal look, and her heart was still thumping right along.
If she could just make it out the door, up the elevator and back to her desk, she’d be safe, but here she sat, too frightened to move.
Why can’t I do this?