Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 93

ALLISON’S POV

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TW: This chapter contains depictions of a suicide attempt, self-harm, suicidal ideation, and discussions of

mental health. Please read with care.

NOTE: I’m not a medical professional so some details may not be 100% accurate but I’ve done my best. This story prioritizes emotional truth over clinical precision

“How long would he take to wake up?” I ask Dr. Nora, fidgeting with my fingers. “And… will he be okay when

he wakes up?”

“Allison.” She takes my hand in hers, and I feel tears slipping down my cheeks. I’ve been trying so hard to hold it in, to act like Justin wanting to hurt himself isn’t ripping me apart from the inside, but I can’t.

It’s the cruelest thing to watch someone who used to be full of life suddenly want to vanish. I don’t know

how to hold that. I don’t know where to put it.

“Justin is not in the right mental state right now,” she adds. “He’s definitely going through an identity and purpose crisis, not just dealing with the physical injuries. We’ll have a psychiatrist evaluate him once he wakes up and is stable enough to speak.”

My throat burns as I fight back sobs. “I’m scared.” My voice cracks as I admit it. “He’s not like this. He’s never been like this, and I don’t know what will happen now that he is. I want to help him, but I don’t know

how.”

She pulls me into a hug, and I finally break, sobs tearing out of my throat. My shoulders shake, my heart aching as if it’s been shredded into pieces.

“It’s okay,” Dr. Nora says, patting my back. “Just let it out. It’s okay.”

I cling to her so tightly that I lose track of time. When I finally cry until there’s nothing left, I pull back, wiping my tears with the back of my hand and sniffing.

She holds my arms gently, making me look at her. “Listen, Allison. He will be evaluated and helped as much as we can. I know he’ll be transferred soon, but as long as he’s here, Justin will be okay.”

I nod, pressing my lips together. “Thank you.”

Braydon is back from New York, and for some reason, the psychiatrist-Sam- who evaluated Justin, has all of us in her office while he sleeps. I’m nervous he’s all alone and keep reminding myself that a nurse is watching him, making sure he doesn’t try to slit his wrist again. Every time I close my eyes, I see images of him actually succeeding… and I can’t stop the panic that rises in my chest.

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“How can we help him?” Braydon chips in. “We’ll do anything to make sure he’s okay.”

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Sam shakes her head. “That’s the problem with Justin. He’s not used to receiving help or feeling helpless.

It’s not who he is.”

I wipe my face. “So… are you saying we shouldn’t help him? He’s not-”

“I’m saying that starting today, all three of you have to stop looking at him with tears in your eyes,” she cuts

in, straightening in her seat. “The more you coddle him and make him feel helpless, the more it eats at

him. The mind is powerful and influenced by what it picks up. If you continue to treat him like he has to depend on all of you for the rest of his life, he’ll be too scared to try anything else. He’ll wallow in self-pity, be eaten alive with guilt, and look for an escape.”

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