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Sidney was not leaving him like this, not when Silas was about to pass out from a panic attack. He was half-drowning himself, his breath coming in great, heaving gasps but none of them deep enough to actually get any oxygen in his lungs. Sidney dragged him out from under the faucet and got him on the ground before he actually passed out.

"Head between your knees," Sidney said firmly. He rubbed his back, kneeling over him. "Listen to my voice. Slow down your breathing so it matches my voice. In and hold it one, two, three. Out, one, two, three."