the ground, on my back, looking up at the ceiling of the arena. A nest of barn swallows cooed and fluttered in the air.
âOhhh,â I said.
âAre you okay?â Cate kneeled beside me. The horse stood behind her, tail twitching.
âWhat happened?â I asked. My head hurt. Bad.
âYou had one of your spells. The breath-holding ones.â
âI did?â
She bit her lip and nodded. âYou were panicking and then you stopped breathing and slid off. Good thing Cricket wasnât going very fast. She was extra careful not to step on you.â
She was? âMaybe you should call Mom.â
Cate frowned. âMaybe you should get back on the horse and try again. Unless, of course, youâre still scared.â
âWhat?â
âI promised you Iâd show you something, didnât I?â
So I let her put me up on the horse again. But I trembled and wanted to get off almost immediately.
âCate!â
âSheâs not moving, Jamie. I promise. Iâll tell you before she moves. I want you to close your eyes and relax.â
Relax? That was unlikely. My heart was trying to jackhammer its way out of my chest. Plus I already felt shaky and weak from blacking out, like the kids Iâd seen who played the fainting game at school. They did their hyperventilating and choking in secret, but I always knew what they were up to. They were the ones that showed up after recess, all whey-faced and wobbly, unable to walk straight.
Cate placed a hand on my back.
âBreathe. Nice, slow breathing. And every time you let your breath out, concentrate on letting all your muscles go loose like youâre melting, like youâre sinking deep, deep, deep into the horseâs back. You and the horse are like one. Thatâs right. Youâre doing it. Just like that. Keep doing it. Keep breathing. Keep melting and sinking. Iâm going to take you somewhere inside of yourself whereâs thereâs no fear. None. Youâre doing great. Keep breathing, keep sinking, keep going deeper and deeper and deeperâ¦â
I did what she said.
I felt myself slip, slip, slipping.
And then I heard her voice again. Sharp and bright. Like a ringing bell.
âJamie. Jamie!â
I blinked. I turned my head. I looked at Cate. Then I looked down. I was still on Cricket but she was trotting briskly and there I was riding her with both my arms outstretched.
My heart stuttered.
âCate!â I cried. âWhatâs going on?â
âYouâre doing great. Thatâs whatâs going on. No, no, donât tense up now!â
âI want to get off!â
She had the biggest grin on her face. âYeah, fine. You were doing awesome. Whoa now, Crick. Whoa.â
The second the animal stopped moving, I slid off her and leaped to the ground, where I stood gasping for breath.
âI donât want to do that again. Ever.â I clutched my chest.
âWhatâs wrong? You did good.â
âCate, I donât know what I did. I think thereâs something wrong with my brain. From the blacking out. Or something.â
âMmm. Thereâs nothing wrong with your brain. You did perfect, okay? This was my secret. I told you Iâd show you something and I did.â
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I was so unsettled after the horse incident, I immediately told Dr. Waverly what had happened. About the whole time down at the barn with Cate. Every detail.
âYou actually passed out?â she asked.
âYeah, I guess. Cate said I held my breath again, but I donât remember doing that.â
âThis happened twice?â
âNo, I didnât pass out twice. The second timeâit was like the opposite. I was scared to be on the horse, but then all of a sudden I was okay. Only I canât remember doing anything to make myself feel better.â
âI see,â she said.
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