Violence

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"How did he relapse so quickly?" Jonah asks, glancing at Cassandra who is sleeping the pain off.

Jonah's voice is filled with concern as he poses the question, his eyes darting between the unconscious Cassandra and the group gathered around her. The weight of the recent events hangs heavily in the air, their minds grappling with the sudden relapse of their friend, Daniel.

"I don't know," Edward replies, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and worry. He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving Cassandra's sleeping form. "It happened so fast. Something must have triggered him, but I can't figure out what."

The others nod in agreement, their expressions reflecting a shared sense of perplexity. The turn of events has caught them off guard, leaving them searching for answers and trying to make sense of the situation.

"It could be anything," Matteo chimes in, his voice tinged with empathy. "Triggers for mental health conditions can be unpredictable and vary from person to person. Perhaps something during the evening, a sound, a conversation, or a memory, set him off."

Jonah's gaze shifts back to Cassandra, his concern etched on his face. "She shouldn't have had to experience that," he murmurs softly. "None of us should have."

There is a momentary silence as they each process the weight of their friend's struggle, contemplating the complexities of mental health and the challenges that come with it.

"I just hope he gets the help he needs," Peter says, breaking the silence. "It's clear he's still battling his demons, and he deserves the support to overcome them."

They all turn their attention back to Cassandra, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil that has unfolded. In her vulnerability, she represents the resilience and strength that they all possess within themselves.

"We'll be here for her," Edward says, his voice filled with determination. "And for Daniel too. We'll support them both through this."

The group nods in agreement, their resolve strengthening. Despite the uncertainty and pain that hangs in the air, they find solace in their collective support and unwavering bond.

"Should she still go to work?" David's question hangs in the air, drawing attention to the bandage adorning Cassandra's neck. The group exchanges glances, considering the implications of her returning to work in her current condition. Edward furrows his brow, contemplating the question.

"I don't think it's a good idea for her to go to work just yet," Peter responds,"I will call the art gallery director in the morning to notify them. She needs time to heal and recover, both physically and emotionally. It wouldn't be fair to put that kind of pressure on her."

"What if they refuse to give her some time off?" Jonah frowns, considering the possibility.

"Then I'll just buy the fucking place." David snaps, uncomfortable with the possibility that she'll have to go to work tomorrow. She had to get stitched up to help the wound close faster so no way is she going to work. The doctor even told them to make sure she doesn't say much.

"I'll talk to her," Edward says firmly, his gaze unwavering. "We'll figure out the best course of action together. Right now, her health and safety are my top priority. She might act okay but I know she is a bit startled."

As they contemplate the next steps, the group recognizes the importance of allowing Cassandra the space and time she needs to heal. They understand the significance of prioritizing her well-being over work obligations, recognizing that her recovery is paramount.

As the group continues to discuss Cassandra's well-being, Daniel's doctor arrives, casting a solemn aura over the room. The boys gather around, their expressions filled with concern and worry as they listen to the doctor's grave assessment.

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