"Are you sure that you are okay, doll?" Dylan asked for the hundredth time.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I am fine!" I snapped at him while snuggling close to my blanket as I kept laying on my bed, with my back toward my brothers.
"But Dominic said you were crying on the road while covering your ears, as if to block some sounds around you. You were not in a good state then. More like you had a…" Damon hesitated a little before continuing. "A panic attack." He completed his sentence.
I closed my eyes remembering what had happened then. What would have happened if Dominic hadn't come at the right time? I would have kept laying there, on cold ground, unconscious, till someone from the road found me.
I opened my eyes slowly when I felt Dylan's hand on my forehead. He started to caress my hair slowly and soothingly, making my eyes brim with tears.