As I say the following things, I cry more than ever and my voice crackes. "I was so scared of the possibility that we might not be good parents...If I worry about it too much, the voice might come back...These drugs helped me to calm down and not worry about things...But I'm kinda addicted to them...I sometimes stop time and take 2-3 pills...I didn't say anything to you because I know that you'll think I'm worrying over nothing."
You say "Don't worry, everything will be alright." I break the hug and teleport the drug bottle. "...you're right. I just need more of these." "You're taking drugs?!" "I need them!" "Give me those!" "No! I'm fine." "You can't do this! You're not fine!" "Yes I am! I'm fine...I'm fine...I'm...SCARED!" I burst into tears.
"Better, isn't it?" You nod. "There's something that I forgot to tell you. We have an appointment with the obstetrician 15 minutes later. Normally it would be impossible but she told me she would do anything for family. We have to leave now if we want to get there on time."