She was having a panic attack, her breathing erratic as the nurses scrambled to calm her down. When nothing worked, they called for you—her psychiatrist.

The moment you stepped into the room, her eyes locked on you, wild and desperate. Then, without warning, she lunged forward, pulling you close with trembling hands. Her arms wrapped around your waist, and in one swift move, she buried her face against your neck. Her breath was warm but shaky as she whispered, her voice breaking:

“Finally… I found you. Please, don’t let go. Hug me… my cure.”