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Lucy thumbed the spacebar on the laptop, pausing the video as the video version of herself faded into unconsciousness. Her eyes stared unfocused across the room, she felt her lungs start to ache, and she knew what was coming. Not some little blip like she’d had earlier. A major panic attack. Like it was muscle memory, she reached for her phone, holding the number two down on the keypad, praying he’d answer.
Her chest started to hurt and Lucy lifted her hand to her sternum, her cell phone clattering to the table. Absently, she could hear the faroff voice of her former TO as the call connected. She feebly reached her opposite hand forward to turn on the speakerphone.
“What, Boot?” For a half a second his brusque answer made Lucy second guess calling him. He was busy, after all. She’d had to take the shift off for this trial prep, but that didn’t mean that crime stopped with her off the street. She shouldn’t have bothered him.
Just as quickly, his tone flipped. “Shit, Lucy, you’re at the DA’s, aren’t you?” When she didn’t say anything back, he continued. “Okay, I don’t know what happened, but just breathe with me, Luce.” She could hear him taking deep breaths on his side of the phone, imagining him with a hand to his chest just like she had.
He’d witnessed enough of her PTSD that she knew exactly how he would react if he were in the same room as she was. He would quietly slip his hand across the desk to ease the laptop closed.
Lucy felt herself reach up and do the same.
Tim would kneel down next to her chair, ignoring the fact that the industrial berber rug was digging into his knees.
Lucy slipped her shoes off and pushed her toes into the carpet.
Reaching up to grasp her shoulder, he would spin her chair towards the outside window.
Lucy used her toes to slowly spin her chair away from the table.
Even mirroring Tim’s previous actions, she still struggled to catch her breath. She could feel the hot tears as they began to trace down her cheeks. Though she tried to stop it, a small sob escaped her mouth. Ever her white knight, Tim charged into action.
“Okay, tell me three things you see.”
“The..the fake wood paneling on the wall. Um, my silver nail polish. Palm trees outside the window.”
“Good. Now two things you smell.”
“The crappy coffee from the break room. The disinfectant they use to clean this conference room.”
“Okay, one thing you hear.” Lucy closed her eyes and concentrated to find a sound that was near, something louder than her racing heart.
“Tamara. I can hear her anxiously tapping on the wall outside of the conference room while she waits.”
“Good. Good job, Boot. You doing better?”
“Yeah, I’m okay now. Thank you.” She wasn’t great, but he’d taken the edge off her panic. She knew him well enough to know he didn’t believe her.
“Good. Look, this is a shit show over here, but I’ll finish up as soon as possible. Then you and Tamara can come over for dinner. I’ll tell you about this mess, and we can order from that Thai place you like.”
“You don’t like that place. You said last time it was too spicy.”
“Well, you should not call something ‘medium’ that’s going to burn my lips off!”
Lucy laughed to herself, remembering the incident in question. “Get back out there. I’m fine.”
“I know you are. I’ll see you tonight?”
“I’ll see you then. Stay safe.”
“I will. You too.”
Lucy ended the call and took a deep breath, steeling herself to meet Chris and Tamara in the lobby. She knew what she had to do.

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