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PANICK ATTACKS.

• THIRD POINT OF VIEW •

Ivian emerged from the room, walking alongside the specialist doctor, their faces composed but serious. The moment they stepped into the hallway, David and the brothers instantly stood, tension crackling in the air as their questions tumbled out all at once.

Ivian raised a hand to calm them. "She's stable now," he said softly, allowing a brief sense of relief to wash over the group.

The doctor, however, looked at David and spoke with a serious tone. "We need to talk about her medical history. It's important."

David hesitated for a moment but then gave a small nod. "You have my permission," he replied. His voice was steady, but the tension was unmistakable.

"We should sit down for this," The doctor suggested, motioning toward the sofas in the corner of the room. Without protest, they all moved to the seating area, the weight of the conversation to come hanging heavily in the air.

The doctor turned to David first, asking, "Has Ciya experienced panic attacks before? Anything in her past that might help us understand what triggered this?"

David leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze distant as he recalled painful memories. "Yes," he began slowly. "She's had panic attacks before, but nothing this extreme. When it started, I took her to a doctor. The advice was to avoid focusing on her past, not to force her to remember anything. She's been in therapy, and it's helped her a lot."

As David spoke, the brothers exchanged glances, shock rippling through them. None of them had known about this. Their faces betrayed a mix of concern and curiosity, each one silently wondering what had happened in Ciya's past to cause such trauma.

The doctor's expression grew more serious. "It seems that something, or someone, triggered her memory. That's what likely caused the flashbacks and panic attack. We need to be very careful not to provoke any more flashbacks. It could worsen her anxiety and lead to more episodes like this."

David nodded in understanding, though his mind was racing. He didn't want her to go through this again, not if he could help it.

"For now," the doctor continued, "the best course of action is to let her rest as much as she needs. Don't talk to her about this incident, or anything that could bring back those memories. Give her space to recover."

David exhaled and nodded once more.

Ray, always the practical one, spoke up next."We won't mention her past to her. No one will push her to remember anything. We'll handle this slowly, carefully, We need to be patient with her, all of us. I know it's hard, but this is the only way to keep her safe and calm. We solve this one step at a time." His gaze swept over his brothers, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The brothers nodded in agreement, each of them understanding the gravity of the situation. As the doctor left the room, the tension eased slightly, but the weight of the conversation lingered. David looked over at the brothers, his eyes filled with curiosity and unspoken questions. He wanted to ask so much-about them, about their connection to Ciya, about what they knew-but now wasn't the time.

"I think we have a lot to talk about," David said quietly, his eyes locking with Ray's. "But not now."

Ray sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face before nodding. "Yeah, not now."