"You're not even gonna check?" C asked in a small voice as she looked down at Cristina imploringly. She wasn't used to being spoken to that way. When she had spent her time in the infirmary she was barely speaking to anyone so it wasn't like and Dr. Yang were fighting all the time like she and Faith did.
She flopped back down into the chair as Dr. Yang had requested. If it was stupid freaking panic attacks then she was screwed, right? Just like nerdy Tommy. He couldn't do anything fun because everything was just so damn stressful for him. Colleen hadn't left the safety of the prison since she had lost her leg but lately she had been feeling a little more confident with the prosthetic that Tony had made her.
That was until she started having the nightmares, Caleb was always featured in them. Making her relive losing her leg over and over and over again. She would wake up in a cold sweat, shaking and terrified, her heart thump thumping hard in her chest.
"So how do you cure panic attacks?" she asked but she already knew the answer was that you couldn't. It was something wrong with your mind. Everyone Colleen knew had PTSD, she didn't care who they were or how hard they had to fight to get here. Everyone had lost people, had watched friends and family devoured by zombies. So why was hers worse?