Blood pumps through her veins

But her heart is not really beating

Thoughts run through her mind

But she is not really thinking

Air moves through her lungs

But she is not really breathing

Tears flow down her cheeks

But she is not really crying

Her heart is racing

Instinct runs her mind

She draws in air only to expel it

Not to allow for oxygen

She is breaking

(or, to put it her way, she's "fine")