The room remained heavy with the weight of the doctor’s explanation. Zack stood stiffly to the side, his jaw clenched as if the doctor’s words had struck a nerve. Rae shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting between the doctor and me.
A panic attack. It felt like such a small word for something that had made me completely unable to move and left me vulnerable and exposed. Nausea, the racing heart, the paralyzing emotions that turned my limba into useless, dead, and frozen things. My chest still ached, and thoughts of Alex’s cruel words replayed continuously in my mind.
“You’ll need to take it easy, Mrs. Holmes,” the doctor continued, his tone calm but firm. “Stress is a major trigger, and given what you’ve just experienced, I’d strongly recommend avoiding any further confrontations or emo
