The Secrets Within Me (SasuHina) 2025

Chapter 8, My jacket...

When I woke up, I was greeted by a woman in a white coat who was asking me different questions.

"Good morning, young lady. How are you feeling?" she asked politely.

"...M-My head hurts..."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Yes, I'm at the hospital..."

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Hinata Hyuuga..."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 16..."

"Okay, Hinata. Do you know what happened and why you're here?"

"Um... I only remember being at the park... and suddenly, I felt my body getting weak, and I passed out..."

"Yes. Well, you were lucky your friend brought you to the hospital because, as far as he told me, you passed out due to a severe panic attack. A spasmophilia crisis, to be more precise."

"Spasmophilia?..." I was confused.

"Yes. Spasmophilia manifests through episodes that resemble anxiety attacks. It affects more women than men, primarily between the ages of 15 and 45, but symptoms vary by individual. It can include tachycardia, palpitations, chest pain, intestinal spasms, abdominal pain, nausea, cold sweats—the list goes on. Now, tell me, Hinata, have you experienced any stressful events recently?"

"Y-Yes..." I answered in a sad tone. "I just broke up with my boyfriend..."

"Did that happen last night?"

"Yes..."

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that. We also did some tests to check your vitamin and mineral levels. Your body is lacking magnesium and calcium. You're also underweight, and you don't seem to be getting enough sleep."

"..." I didn't know what to say. I was tired of everything.

The doctor looked at me with a worried expression and gently touched my hand.

"Hinata, I strongly recommend that you see a therapist. Spasmophilia is often a response to psychological stress and is correlated with a form of depression. I can recommend a good therapist if you'd like."

Therapy? From what I knew, therapy meant talking about yourself, everything that has affected your life, and finding ways to cope. Therapists are required to keep things confidential but... I couldn't talk about Raiden. It would be too risky.

"It's okay... I'll think about it. But who brought me here?" I asked, curious—hoping it had been Naruto.

"Hmm, he didn't introduce himself. He was a boy with spiky black hair with a blue tint. About your age. He said you were classmates and that he saw you pass out in the park, so he brought you here right away."

The only person who matched that description was Sasuke Uchiha, but I found it hard to believe.

"Um... did he say anything else?"

"Well, he told me he happened to be near the park and saw you crying and collapsing on the ground. When he reached you, you were hyperventilating and soon lost consciousness."

"I see..." I answered, ashamed.

"Do you want me to call your parents?"

"No. It's okay. I know my way back home."

"Alright. Here's your prescription. Please be more careful with your health. Promise me you'll eat better, sleep more, and consider seeing a therapist."