Mu Yunchen's arms unconsciously tightened around Zhou Yuxi, a protective instinct flaring hot and immediate in his chest. Every fiber of his being rebelled against sharing her vulnerabilities, against exposing the raw, bleeding wounds of her psyche to anyone, even a doctor bound by confidentiality.
But she needed proper medical care, he couldn't ignore anything at this point. She needed help he couldn't provide alone, no matter how desperately he wanted to be everything for her.
He forced himself to answer, though each word felt like betrayal, like stripping her bare for examination.
"She kept saying she couldn't see," he began, his voice flat and clinical, as if reporting battlefield casualties rather than reliving the sound of her terrified cries. "That she was blind. She was crying, begging someone, I don't know who, not to keep her in the dark. She said the darkness was eating her alive."
