Each step felt lighter than the last, each slow breath failing to relieve the heavy beating of his heart. Daniel couldn't quite pinpoint why he was feeling like this, his legs having an ache as if they would buckle within seconds. He couldn't quite tell how fast he was walking, as he felt as if he was walking quite fast, but every time his eyes moved to his surroundings it seemed he hadn't moved far.

It had been hard enough making it down the stairs into the subway, but weaving around the crowd of pedestrians served to be a runner-up. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind, none of them staying long enough for him to actually process—instead, his mind simply felt like an overwhelming blur.

The surrounding people seemed to ignore his efforts to push through, which was typical in the big city he inhabited. His eyebrows furrowed, creasing upwards as he brought a hand up to feel at his forehead, which seemed to pound with a strong ache. Only then did he realize how sweaty he was, which was quite odd, considering the cold air around him.

His eyes clenched shut for a moment, as if the action would somehow soothe all the chaos going on with his body. He didn't even know the reasoning behind it, or what the symptoms could even be a hint towards. A sudden parting of people made him tumble slightly as he pushed through, the bright lights of the approaching train blurring his vision.

His feet tripped over themselves as he went stumbling past the yellow safety line. He was falling. And it felt nice, not having all that pressure on his legs, the pit in his stomach masking his stomach ache. But he was snapped out of that feeling once he felt a harsh grab at the back of his hoodie, barely keeping him upright as the train sped past him. The wind felt nice on his face, running through his hair and messing it up further. All he could do was stand there, not being able to muster up any strength to actually keep himself up, having to rely on the grip of a stranger until the train eventually came to a stop.