Heron Lake Plateau So there's this puzzle I work on endlessly

It became obvious, after a few moments, that Screech wasn't able to breathe. The wild look in his eyes was still there, but the laughter and smiles were gone, replaced with a macabre grin as he tried to suck in and expell air, but it didn't appear to be working. Flattening her ears, Niamh stood, then, hesitantly shifting from one foot to the other, before she shook her head and did what she thought was best for Screech- and pounced him, aiming to knock him to the ground. 

All she could figure was that he needed to be shocked out of whatever the fuck he was going through. Niamh was no medic, but she figured if nothing else, her weight on top of him might squish some of the air out of him, allowing him to breathe in again, and laying down might keep him from passing out. It might not have been the most comfortable thing in the world for him- but she was out of options, and had no experience dealing with someone who was hyperventilating.