“Where did she go?” Thomas’ tone was stern, demanding, yet it had a hint of worry to it. His blue irises roamed over the busy room. A fancy party he showed up to only for his reputation and possibly make some deals. He had taken his wife, from an arraigned marriage, as his date. Although he wasn’t particularly in love with her just yet, he still cared about her. And ever since the accident a few weeks ago, his wife was still healing from it.

John, his younger brother, simply shrugged his shoulders in slight disinterest. He was too preoccupied ogling the fancy dressed women around the luxurious room. But once John looked back into Thomas’ eyes, he could see the worry, and he knows exactly why. John shakes himself from his stupor, straightening up as he, too, was starting to worry.

“Get Arthur. Find her,” Thomas orders his brother, and John didn’t waste any time looking for their oldest brother. Thomas sighs as he snuffs his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, before stomping through the crowd to find his wife. If he knows his wife, she’d try to hide somewhere secluded, whether it be in the dark or out of prying eyes. otherwise, she’d be with him.

He hardly cared the odd glances he gets as he begins to open doors, peaking in to see if his woman was in there. With no such luck the first few doors, he starts to peak behind walls and dark corners.

By the time he rounds a corner, secluded with no one in sight, he sees her. She’s squatted down, breaths harshly labored, hand clutched to her dress over her heart, eyes wide with panic, and tears rolling down her cheeks like waterfalls. She’s having an attack.

Thomas is by her side in seconds, getting down to her level, wrapping his arms around her, and pressing her up against his chest. “Shh, shh…” he shushes gently, rocking them a little as he rubs soothing circles into her skin or petting her hair. “I’m here, love, i’m here.” He could only hear her choked and strangled sobs, hyperventilating out of control. “Listen to my heart, eh? Take deep breaths.”