<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“If I focus on you, i’ll lose what control i do have…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">frustration tinged her voice as he reached over and squeezed her hand. She took a steadying breath in, and another one out. Repeating the process, each time the flickering slowed, before she was able to get it to a point, after what felt like an eternity, where it was no longer flickering.</span>