February 28, 2019
The little girl's wing-locked necklace glinted subtly as she clutched her brother's arm, her face etched with concentration. Though the doctor's words remained unclear, her wide eyes betrayed a deep concern.
"The migraines, nightmares, and panic attacks will persist until he prioritizes therapy over his hectic life," the doctor warned, her voice laced with gravity. "If he ignores the warning signs, his mental health will deteriorate, regardless of his physical well-being. That's all I can say."
As the doctor released the stethoscope onto her neck, the girl's gaze darted between her brother's pale face and the doctor's solemn expression. The doctor paused mid-step, turning back to ruffle the girl's unruly red locks with a tender smile.
"You're lucky he found you in time," she said, her voice softening. "God knows what would have happened if someone else had gotten to you first. The world can be cruel, dear. Yet, it gifted you a brother who saved you from its cruelties."
The girl's uncombed hair bounced as she nodded, understanding the doctor's words more clearly now. Her memories, though distorted by trauma, flashed with images of the one woman she missed the most. A face that reminded of her who she was, repeating in her mind like a mantra.
In the adjacent hospital bed, her brother stirred, his nightmare unfolding like a dark canvas. He saw the same face hidden by shadows of the dark night - the horror etched on her icy blue eyes before she vanished, just as she had that unfortunate day. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a jolt, gasping for air.
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