Daylan's POV
The hospital's usual hustle and bustle continued around me, a constant hum that was both comforting and distracting. Suddenly, the door to my office swung open with urgency. A woman and a teenage girl dressed in sports clothing rushed in, the woman supporting the girl who was clearly in distress. The girl's breathing was erratic, and her eyes were wide with panic.
"Doctor! Mia is having a panic attack," the woman exclaimed, guiding the girl to a chair.
I immediately rose from my chair, my personal concerns fading into the background. "It’s okay." I said to the woman. "What is her name?" I asked.
"Mia, I'm her coach, Lena," she replied.
"Mia, you’re safe here. Let’s get you comfortable." I said as I rounded the desk.
Mia's breaths were coming in rapid, shallow gasps, and
