Please note that I am by no means any kind of expert on panic attacks, sensory overload, or service dogs. I'm writing from my own experiences with them and what I have witnessed.
Zayel was running, as fast as he could, as far as he could.
He tripped. He didn’t get up. He didn’t want to get up. He wanted to sleep, to cry to scream.
Why was he hot and cold at the same time? His hands were burning, his feet were cold. Why was everything so loud?
He pushed himself back against the wall, tucking his knees under his chin. He tried to cover his ears but it didn’t help. Couldn’t everything just stop spinning? Couldn't it just be quiet?
He slammed his head into the wall. Maybe that would help. It did? It did not. He whimpered, but not from the pain. Again he slammed his head into the wall. And- no, not again.
Zayel was not alone anymore. He was not alone anymore. Zayel ran fast but so did Courage.
Gently, the dog nudged Zayel’s trembling body until he was laying down and then crawled on top of him. Staying there and keeping her body between his head and the wall.
Zayel was not alone anymore.