His breathing became shallow and uneven, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow glistening under the harsh cabin lights, stark against the fabric of his uniform. He made a shaky attempt to wrap a bandage, but it came undone almost immediately.
The flight attendants looked on with growing concern, their brows furrowing as his hands continued to fumble. His actions were slow, disorganized, as though he didn’t know where to start or what to do next. Kristen’s heart sank into a chasm of disbelief.