Breaking Point

MEGAN

MOM HAD been keeping her words, and by meant keeping her words even though she was not feeling well, she didn’t reach out to me.

I had my suspicions that her headache yesterday was not the first time. When her patient rushed toward my desk and said Dr. Reed collapsed, I thought my world stopped, then quaked around me, and I lost control—I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it as I was struck with fresh fear. There was no way I’d be losing another person I loved. I knew this would be my breaking point.

I thought I might blackout when Mike did not shake me. I could feel the haze that alarmed me as I was about to have a flashback. I didn’t want to get through that again. I couldn’t because all I knew was it had been buried deep, so deep, for years.

Mike helped me dial 911 as I tried to do a deep breathing exercise because I was started to hyperventilate in front of my mother, lying unconscious and pale as a ghost on the sofa. Regre