HAHAHAHaHAHA ANGST™ -L
She took a shuddering breath. Breathe in four counts, hold it four seven, release for eight.
Her vision was swirling, but she was still standing. Her friends were walking ahead of her, blessedly unaware of her goings-on. Her hands went cold and she slowed her pace. They didn't need to know. It should only last another minute or so.
Four, seven, eight.
Four, seven, eight.
Four...
It passed, and she sighed in relief. Lafayette looked back at her in question, and she smiled weakly.
"Just tired."

She sat alone on her bed. She was alone, as per usual these days. But this time it was bad. This time she really needed someone, because her chest was tightening and lights were flashing and she couldn't really see or hear and she couldn't breathe. FOURSEVENEIGHTFOURSEVENEIGHTWHYCANTIBREATHE-
She blacks out.
That's how she's found.

Everyone's asking her questions, her sisters are heartbroken that she won't say what happened. But she can't. Because everyone is already so stressed, and she doesn't really know what's happening herself. When she's alone again, her eyes brim with tears. Why couldn't she just be normal? No one else had to deal with these random flashes of panic! Why couldn't she be lighthearted and happy? But she'd keep this to herself. She didn't want to think of what would happen if she didn't.