<b>Chapter </b><b>356 </b>
I take my time entering the room, cing the small box of items I gathered on the dresser beside the door. I pull the body pillows out first, tossing them gently on the bed. I pull my medication out next, looking at each one before cing them on the dresser as well. They started me back on all <b>my </b>asthma medication as quickly as they could and they have given me my refills without me asking for
them.
While I was in the med wing for several weeks Dr. Pierce came in and helped me with my nebulizer treatments three times a day. Once I was able to move upstairs they gave me a machine and permission to back down to twice a day as long as my symptoms were under control. This is the first
time that I haven’t had to fight to take care of myself. It should be a rxing revtion but tonight I’m falling apart.
I stop at the bottlebeled Effexor, open the lid and remove a single pill before realizing I didn’t bring anything to drink back with me. My eyes dart around the room,nding easily upon the small hotel size fridge near the floor. I walk over and open it up, hoping that some water had been stashed
inside. I m the door shut finding no such luck. I’m leaning against the entertainment center, with
my face in my hands as I hear the door slowly creak open.
“Are you okay?” The sweet voice of my mate greats me as she eases her way into the room.
“I’m sorry Jessa. I really am. You deserve to see me when I’m not flipping out. I don’t even know why
I am upset but it’s bad, I’m bad.”
I’m shaking my head hard as I ce my face back into my trembling hands.
“Should I call alpha?”
“Let him eat with his family. I just need some water and to find my Ativan.”
Without much notice my stomach knots and twists sending me flying to the restroom as my stomach
violently turns itself inside out.
“I promise I’ll be back.” I hear her voice as she exits the room.
It’s for the better I think to myself but of course my mind turns it into how many ways she will find
to torture me before she finally rejects me.
my sudden
I remain seated on the cold floor as my back starts into painful spasms, a direct resu
illness. My tremors are out of control and I’m sweating profusely as if I just finished running a marathon. My heart is racing and my breathing is getting tight.
‘Why the fuck am I in a panic attack!‘ I can’t help but scream at myself.
It feels like forever when my door finally opens again. I can hear the subtle creaks <b>of </b>the floor beneath the carpeting as my mate approaches the bathroom.
“Cole.” She nearly whispers as she kneels down in front of me. “Let’s get you off this floor. Alpha’s going toe back in a few minutes. I’ll get him to show us where the thermostat for this room is. It’s a little cold for you right now.”
Her voice is gentle as she stands again, reaching her arm out to help me up. I struggle to stand without yelping but manage to do so with a long groan<b>. </b>She helps me to the bed where I sit on the
edge.
“Cole, I need you to watch as I know you don’t trust me and it will be even worse in your current state.” Jessa instructs me gently.
She starts by handing me the bottle of water she retrieved from the kitchen.
“Don’t open it yet as I feel your tremors will make it difficult for you not to spill it. I’m going to help you take some medication and drink the water until we can get this panic attack under control.”
I nod my head even though I already know this is going to be a huge challenge even with her being my fated mate. My gaze is steadily looking at her feet as the doctor in her takes over.
“Take the bottle and look over the cap. I’m going to open it in front of you so you can see I’ve done nothing to it. I’m going to do your medication the same way. I know it’s going to be a challenge but I need you to take the medicine that I give to you.”
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