Mallory was embarrassed to be here, but she felt like there was no other choice, especially after Lisa urged her from across the country to visit the emergency room. She felt stupid. Ashamed, even. She was trying to test going out so that she could prepare for a trip to Pasadena to see her boyfriend, Tanner, but of course, Mallory's anxiety had gotten ahead of herself. A run in with an old classmate, an overcrowded grocery store, and a stressful drive back to her house had sent her into a panic attack that required her emergency medication. But when that didn't work, Lisa talked her into going to the emergency room.
The chaos of the waiting room didn't help much, but her color-drained face, quiet gasps for air, and the sweat that had accumulated against her forehead had gotten her a pass to the head of the line and she was in the back within half an hour.
She felt slightly more at ease when she was in a room, the nurse talking gently with her as she hooked her up to monitors and checked her vitals. When @prodigalmd walked in and introduced himself, she managed to mumble her first name before the nurse gave him a briefing.
Thirty-two year old female describing what seems to be the symptoms of a panic attack. Said she suffers from diagnosed agoraphobia. She took 30 mg of Buspirone an hour ago, but the symptoms haven't improved.
"I-I was trying branching out because I'm supposed to be visiting my boyfriend in two weeks," she explained with a feebly attempt at a smile around uneven breaths. "F-Figured the grocery store was a smaller step than the airport..."
unspecified starter call / accepting!
