As the hospital staff rushed to attend to Freen, her mother couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret. She had always been so focused on her own career and personal life that she had neglected her daughter's well-being. She had never been there for Freen when she needed her most, and now her daughter was paying the price.
As Freen was wheeled into the emergency room, her mother followed close behind, her heart heavy with worry. She watched as the doctors and nurses worked to stabilize Freen's condition, their faces grim with concern.
"What happened to her?" her mother asked one of the nurses, her voice shaking with fear.
The nurse hesitated before speaking. "It seems like she's had a breakdown, ma'am. She's suffering from severe anxiety and depression. We're going to need to keep her here for observation and treatment."
Her mother felt a wave of panic wash over her. She had never seen Freen like this before. She had always been so strong and independent, but now she was vulnerable and scared.
As the hours passed, Freen's mother sat by her side, holding her hand and trying to comfort her. She knew that she had let her daughter down, but she was determined to make it right. She would do whatever it took to help Freen get through this difficult time.
As the sun began to set, Freen's mother finally felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that her daughter was going to be okay, and that she would be there to support her every step of the way.
After Some Time of Being Admitted.
Freen woke up with a start, her heart racing and her body drenched in sweat. She was trembling with fear, her eyes wide with terror. Her mother rushed to her side, enveloping her in a warm hug.
"It's okay, baby, I'm here. You're safe," she whispered, trying to calm her down.
Outside the hospital room, Saint was on the phone with Becky, filling her in on Freen's condition.
Becky listened with growing concern, her face pale with worry. She was with Pnam, and they were both trying to keep a low profile, covering their faces and hiding from the paparazzi.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital, they wanted to visit Freen, but the doctor only allowed one person in at a time. Freen's mother came out, looking worried and exhausted.
"I'm sorry, but you can't visit her right now," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "The doctor says she's in a fragile state and might have another panic attack if she sees too many people."
Becky's eyes filled with tears as she saw Freen through the window, crying and trembling and mumbling to herself. She looked so small and vulnerable, and Becky's heart went out to her.
The doctor came out and explained that Freen was in a major trauma and needed to be isolated for at least a month.
Becky's worries about Freen overwhelmed her concerns about Seng, and she insisted on meeting with Freen.
Freen's mother, seeing the desperation in Becky's eyes, finally agreed.
As soon as Becky entered the room, Freen's eyes lit up, and she tried to stand up to hug her.
But her weak body betrayed her, and she fell to the ground, pulling the glucose drip with her.
Becky rushed to her side, helping her up and holding her close.
Freen's body trembled with fear and fever, her eyes wild with desperation. "Don't leave me, don't leave me," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Becky tried to calm her down, holding her tightly and kissing her forehead.
Freen's grip on Becky's arm tightened, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Becky winced in pain but didn't let go, holding Freen close as she continued to murmur apologies and pleas.
The doctors intervened, gently prying Freen from Becky's arms and administering a sedative to calm her down.
As Freen's eyes fluttered closed, Becky felt tears streaming down her face. She had never seen Freen like this before, so vulnerable and scared.
The strong and bold woman she admired was reduced to a trembling, fearful shell of her former self.
Becky's heart ached with sorrow and helplessness, feeling like she was losing the woman she loved.
The doctors advised everyone to leave, letting Freen rest and recover.
Becky reluctantly let go of Freen's hand, her eyes fixed on the woman she loved, her heart heavy with worry and fear.
