Small sips of oxygen entered my lungs. Breathing evened out. I was still shaking. But the panic attack subsided. Reed continued to lull me to sleep, gently running his hand through my hair and back. 

"Let's get out of here," he whispered. I nodded.

He slowly got to his feet, pulling me with him at the same time. I still clung to his chest, clinging tightly to his clothes with my hands. Reid gently loosened my grip.

- One second, - he grabbed the edge of the pit and with one jump he was at the top. Then he bent down and pulled me out of there. 

He tried to...