Jesse starts the protest but the moment he shakes his head his legs suddenly buckle underneath him and he falls free of Joel's grasp for a moment, down onto all fours on the hallway floor. He's panting profusely, clutching at the front of his chest and taking in a shuddering breath. "Can't, man, I can't, my h-heart — "
The problem is, now he's starting to sidle sideways onto the floor, to lay down right there and wring his fists into the fabric of his shirt to try to alleviate the feeling in his chest, the pressure, like his blood was pumping too quickly, making him panic. "No, I can't do it!"
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Jesse starts the protest but the moment he shakes his head his legs suddenly buckle underneath him and he falls free of Joel's grasp for a moment, down onto all fours on the hallway floor. He's panting profusely, clutching at the front of his chest and taking in a shuddering breath. "Can't, man, I can't, my h-heart — "
The problem is, now he's starting to sidle sideways onto the floor, to lay down right there and wring his fists into the fabric of his shirt to try to alleviate the feeling in his chest, the pressure, like his blood was pumping too quickly, making him panic. "No, I can't do it!"