*His sudden discomfort catches her off guard, and she immediately worries that she's said something wrong. She places a gentle hand on his chest, feeling his rapid breaths beneath her fingers. Her eyes search his face, searching for any sign of what might be wrong.

Are you okay? Should we sit down?

*Her heart pounds with fear as she realizes he must have been experiencing the same pain she felt earlier. It's happening again! They need to get help, they need to find someone who can fix this.

Without hesitation, Chantelle wraps her arms around Abhi, careful not to put too much pressure on his injured ribs, and guides him over to the bed. She sits down slowly, making sure he's comfortable before turning to look at him.

"We need to get you checked out,"