"It... it hurts, Damien." Zane muttered, his chest tightening gradually, his heartbeat racing, making it difficult to breathe.
He dropped to his knees, slamming his hand on his chest as if that would open his lungs to release oxygen.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he struggled to gasp for air, clutching his shirt. "I…" Zane struggled for words, his nose dripping blood.
Damien looked panicked while searching the closet for a pill. When he finally found it where his boss had hidden it, he rushed to the living area and got a bottle water before returning to Zane.
"Here's your pill," Damien said urgently, serving the pill to his boss, who collected it and gulped it down with water, hurriedly.
"You shouldn't have reacted to Jane's words; now it's altered again," Damien said, sounding worried, his eyes glued to his boss's pale face.
