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Nurses hurried by my side, blurring my peripheral vision with their perfectly white clothes. I rotated from time to time to observe some figure, only to make sure that he was an ordinary person in his work, and sighed deeply with relief. The panic was still there, waiting patiently for the next time I would give in to fear. And with it, there was a grainy sensation in my lungs. As if each space compressed by shortness of breath was filled with small styrofoam spheres.

Aside from a tendency to some allergy that made me cough with each movement in the upper part of the body "behavior that attracted all the attention of the paramedic who held me by the waist as if he feared to let me fall "I did not believe that it had any harmful trace about what happened.

My eyes still seemed fragile to intensive light, and this caused me slow blinks and small lapses that made me lose track of time. In an instant, panting and again cold by the simple idea of being kept in a hospital room for the second