The air is heavy and thick. It's crushing my lungs. Air refuses to move within me. Breathe, I tell myself. Concentrate, don't panic. Yet I do. The heat overcomes me. I sink to the ground, gasping for breath. Sweat drips in my eyes. Falls down my cheek, like a tear. Heat. It's everywhere. No escape. Breathe. I bring my hands in front of my eyes. They're trembling. I feel the rocks and grass grate into my knees as the shaking overcomes my entire being. Calm. Can't. Not possible. No air. Someone puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right miss?" the old man asks. I shake my head weakly. No. I'm not all right. Heat. My blood has turned to fire, surging through ever vein in my body. Can't fight it. My eyes snap open. Breathe.