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2004-10-07 - 2:52 p.m. Chris called me last night returning an unsanswered call from earlier in the day. He said that he was at his friend Shawn's house (10 minutes away from me) but that he was going home and not coming over to my apartment. Somehow I knew that he would though, so I stayed up reading, waiting for him to call. An hour or two later he called to tell me that he was coming. I wasn't surprised. When he walked in, he went straight into my room and walked in, face ashen. He just tossed his clothes aside, shut off the light and laid down. "I'm having an attack," he told me. Now as previously mentioned, Chris has Tachycardia and once in awhile he gets these scary attacks where (as explained by him to me) his heart beats at like 140 bpm or more. So he was laying next to me absolutely still, yet his body was behaving like it was running hardcore. His breath was all shallow and his vision was fading in and out; he didn't want to move or be touched. I felt so helpless, wanting to reach out and comfort him, 'love him with my hands, to sympathize with his suffering, but he didn't want to be touched. He told me that it wouldn't get better until he fell asleep; finally he asked me to rub his back to help him relax. In the morning he said that even though he was the one in pain, he asked me to do it because touching him would make me feel better. Awww... So it was really scary, but we fell asleep and sleep made Baby better. Then we woke up in the morning and had some great morning sex... :)
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