It dosen't have to be a snowman

He was panicking, his heart was racing so hard in his chest. Thumping hard against his rib cage he was scared it would break free from him, and he cried. The pain swelled along his chest, making it hard to breathe even as he panted heavily, sides heaving even as she skidded to his side and told him to slow his breathing. But he couldn't, he just couldn't. He tried to blink to look at her, tried to make out her words beyond the thumping of his heart beat in his ears. "H-hurts" He squeaked out, his throat tight as he panted and whined and tried to breathe He felt cold and hot all at the same time, and he didn't know what to do. His legs shook from under him, and he flipped and fell as the blackness exploaded through his vision. His body fell like dead weight, collapsing into the sand as he panted, just searching for breath, for a way to slow his heart down. It hurt, oh god it hurt. He cried, whined, his father's name on his tongue as he tried to call for him because he didn't know what to do.

"Speech!"