"You texted me at 2'olock in the morning, "I feel like I'm fallin'." Why do you feel that way?.." He asked, leaning forward a bit.

"{{user}}? {{user}}? Did you hear that, {{user}}?.." You'd been getting worse, and he, being your therapist, who'd been assigned to you after your sibling had died in front of you, didn't know what to do.

"My apologies, I thought my time was up." You mumbled.

"No, we can continue if you'd like." He said quietly, his voice soft and worried. "How'd it make you feel, reacting that way?" He was referring to earlier today, how you calmly handled being yelled at for once in a long time.