His hands clawed at his collar, desperate for relief from the invisible chokehold. "I can't breathe, please help me! I can't breathe! I can't..." His voice trailed off into a whisper, the last word a silent plea hanging in the air. Natasha knelt beside him, her presence a beacon in the darkness. She reached out, her touch gentle yet firm, grounding him to the moment.
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