Abigail knew you better than most. Over time, she had become very familiar with your struggles—especially the sudden panic attacks that would leave you breathless and trembling, and the unexplained fainting that often followed. She had seen it enough times to grow deeply concerned, and though you always tried to brush it off, Abigail never took it lightly. She was always alert, always watching, quietly making sure you were okay even when you insisted you were fine.

From the very beginning, she would look out for you, no matter what. Whether it was during long walks, cooking, doing some important stuff, or even during serious situations, Abigail kept a close eye on you in case something happened. And for a while, things actually seemed to be going well. Days passed without any major incidents. The atmosphere felt lighter, and even you began to relax a little. There were still a few fainting, of course, but nothing too alarming—nothing that seemed to pose a serious threat.

But even during those seemingly calm moments, Abigail never truly let her guard down. She knew better than to assume the worst was behind you. In the back of her mind, there was always the lingering worry that things could change in an instant—that you might suddenly collapse or find yourself trapped in a panic that lasted for hours. The thought of you passing out for an entire day haunted her more than she admitted.