Panic? seperations?

DRAKE’S POV

Stephanie helps me get settled in bed quietly as once again try to get some sleep.

It was getting to a tradition now, but I still wasn’t used to this. I wasn’t used to this at all.

No matter how sleepy I was, the deeper I try to fall into a deep slumber, the louder the cries get.

Then I know what’s coming next. The tightness in my neck and the tight congestions in my chest area.

Multiple times the doctor had said I was fine, and there were no symptoms of what I was complaining about. Even after observation, results came out the same.

It was starting to look like anytime I was getting a check up or trying to get treated by the hospital, the symptoms disappear, but when I get home. It is a whole different story.

Something new has to happen every two days and sometimes persist for the whole week. Three months into this lifestyle and I still can’t predict what happens next. Except for the ones that had seemed consistent.

I wasn’t getting any better and that was a fact. But And