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"She's not picking up," Seth said, an edge to his voice.

There had been a few moments of panic in Seth's life before. The earliest he could remember was when he had to wear a cardigan by himself for the first time. When he was six.

It had been a long torturous process and in the end, he had screamed for his mom while wiggling around with a knitted black cardigan stuck on his head. The darkness that surrounded him had been terrifying and very suffocating.

When he had been caught for putting a frog in Mrs Perkins' bag, the epilepsy display he had done to save his ass was mostly half panic and half acting.

The worst of all was when he heard the most awful news that shattered his life and broke his mother as well. It was when the doctors had come out of the operating theater, telling him and his mom they couldn't save his father.

It took a long time to understand that the bottomless dreadful feeling that pooled in his stomach was panic. And that same feeling settled in him as he d