"Breathe, Yusei. Just breathe."
Yusei was sitting on the ground, breathing into a brown paper bag. It had happened so suddenly, and been triggered by something so stupid Yusei could laugh, if he wasn't having a full blown panic attack.
Kiryu was kneeling directly in front of him.
"In and out. In and out," he talk Yusei, "Focus on my voice. Don't think of anything else."
Yusei nods, still hyperventilating into the bag.
He had panic attacks all the time now. And they were unpredictable, triggered by the smallest thing. This time, it had been the smell of oil.
/All my fault… All my fault…!/ The thought raced through his mind. /Bruno is gone and it's all my fault…!"
"Yusei, look at me. Focus on me," Kiryu pleaded with him, and Yusei's attention snapped back to Kiryu.
"Keep looking at me. Don't look away. It'll be okay. Just breathe."
Slowly, Yusei would fight through the panic attack with Kiryu's help. Things would go back to normal.
And for a little while, Yusei would forget about the gaping hole in his heart.