Sins of the Child, Chapter Eight

... room was tepid, laced with the scent of antiseptic and the barest hint of the sour smell of decay. Staring at the woman lying in the bed, Natalia stopped just inside the door, pushing down the tide of panic, willing herself to simply breathe, to gather her resolve. Her mother, who had always loomed so large in life, a tiny giant of a woman, a general who ran her family with a dedicated, ruthless ...

For A Little While (This Hurt Will Hurt No More) Mark/Addison, Mark/Lexie. PG-13

... he has to be a better parent than what he had. It's way too much and it's not safe ground, he feels way too shaky on that tight rope to ever do any good for either of them. It makes him panic and loose his breath, hits him in the chest. Fight or flight response? Flight . He runs to the only place he knows to go ... Addison. He's in her bed because it calms him, the familiarity of it all ...

Fic: the Necklace

..., sadly. Summary: In a fit of panic, Percy's last minute gift for his ...away, towards another rack of varied accessories, panic still growing as each second ticked by... him. Percy, in a fit of panic, decided to not avoid the subject. ...s coming to kill you." Percy gulped, panic rising even more. "Any particular reason why...Percy's mind was suddenly awry with panic. How many days were there till Christmas...

FF: Crave 1-6

... tucking in her shirt with the same time, “Button your pants,” she scolded as Olivia stared up at her baffled. “Get up,” she hissed again. Olivia stood up slowly, trying not to laugh at Alex’s obvious panic. “It’s okay Al, you look fine.” “You look like you just got fucked, get up,” she said, again. Olivia stood and let Alex rake her fingers through her hair. “You have that magic glow too, ...

Wrong Number

... a large amount of money and moes back to korea from his last location Japan. He worries constantly that hs mentally and physically abusive mother will find him. His paranoia is so bad he has constant panic attacks and is depressed to the point of thinking of suicide. When these thoughts come he calls his best friend Junsu. He miss dials one night in the middle of a particularly bad attack and ...

... think of anything else. I'm exhausted, not eating right, not sleeping right, feel ill (coming down with a cold, oh joy), my mood swings like crazy, i keep suddenly crying, and i've been getting the paranoia/panic. I'm hesitant about telling my MH team - i'm halfway through my med withdrawal (my anti-D dose has now reached half what it was, and i'm off the anti-psychotics) and don't want to stop, ...

Thoughts about online gaming

... hidden attackers. The items and abilities that I picked out work in theory, but in practice they rarely help out because the situations that actually happen are rarely what I wanted to have happen. I panic and flail in the middle of a firefight because it is happening too fast for me to intelligently deal with the situation, and my twitch reflexes... frankly, stink. I am someone who lingers in ...

... who have encountered scenarios that put them in grave danger and it does so in vivid detail, with actual quotes from the people themselves. The book then proceeds to analyze why certain people freeze, panic, see in slow-motion, act as heros, or gather items like mystery novels to take with them in seriously dangerous circumstances. I think that the way people's brains work in moments of intense ...

Commentary: Letting Go, Chapter Eleven

... before setting off after his wayward sister. As he followed Lucy’s path, Peter tried to clamp down on his worry. First Edmund had disappeared, now Lucy was gone as well. Before he could panic, however, he saw Lucy just ahead of him. She was walking straight towards…Peter lunged forward, grabbing his sister and covering her mouth to muffle her startled scream. With a warning glance, Peter drew ...

"Stuff his howling mouth with the nipples of oblivion!": a review of Night and the City.

... misfortune. Song enables him to enjoy his sorrows, and make toil a kind of dance. Alcohol simply stuns him, knocks him out; and he likes that best of all. "And so he runs in panic up and down these brief blind alleys of ignominious escape, scuttling away from the hard and glorious possibilities of this superb earth -- yapping to drown the hollow clatter of the tinpot conscience tied to his tail...