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It began with a tightness in his chest. One moment Nick was showering, enjoying the familiarity of being back in London, and the next he had to fling up his arms and prop himself against the plastic wall to keep from folding over and retching up bile.
The steam overwhelmed him, prickling up and down his skin, scalding him into panic. He tried to breathe, to swallow, to move past it somehow, but all he could hear was the rapid beating of his heart inside his eardrums. Mindlessly, he pawed at the controls until the water dripped to a stop and he was left gasping against the glass of the shower cubicle, tears mixing in with water droplets running down his face.
Nick slid down until his a*s hit the bottom of the shower and hid his face against his knees. What had started it? He’d been fi
