Adrian
"Breathe." Doctor Sinclair urged, his voice calmer now than when he'd just been called in after all the machines beeping around me went haywire seconds into laying my eyes on the little visitor. "Adrian?"
I wanted to follow his instructions. Be the obedient patient he asked of me, but my damned lungs seemed to keep forgetting how to do that mundane chore perfectly. So we went through the motions of his exercise a couple more minutes until I could keep up with the rhythm without a hitch. "That's it," the doctor praised. I would have hated being treated this way, but I was suffering the worst panic attack and was only too glad I had his expertise to guide me back to safety.
Sinclair glanced around the room, his gaze settling accusingly on Courtney and the little boy by her side.
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