You're been to the doctor, and he or she gave you a clean bill of health?" Rafael asked.

"Yes, I told you that, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm in perfect health." Olivia, truthfully, confirmed.

"I know, I just needed to hear it again. If you didn't go, I'd take you to the doctor right now. You're going to be OK, Liv. You had an anxiety attack." He wanted to say more, but he didn't want to overwhelm her, he would elaborate when she asked questions.

"Are you sure?" She whispered.

"I've had enough of them to recognize one when I see one. When you said the doctor gave you a clean bill of health, I knew it had to be anxiety."

"I've had a few anxiety attacks over the years, I handled them on my own. They never lasted that long." She said, softly.

"it's possible to have one right after another." He said.

"So, you don't think I had one anxiety attack, you think I had several anxiety attacks in a row?" She whispered.

"You could have, I'm not absolutely sure. I do know, it is possible to have several in a row, and not know where one ends, and another begins."

"I think that's what happened." She answered, Rafael could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

"You never spoke to Dr. Lindstrom about anxiety attacks?"

No, after Lewis, I spoke to him about panic attacks. Panic attacks and anxiety attacks are similar, but they're not exactly the same."

"I know." Panic attacks are sudden, they come out of the blue. Anxiety builds slowly."

"Until what happened to me tonight happens." Olivia said.

"Yes", he confirmed, hoping that their talk at the bar hours ago didn't trigger the attack, he was almost 100 percent sure that it did. "When was the last time you saw Dr. Lindstrom?"

"I don't go to him much anymore." Olivia said, softly. "I hadn't seen him for over a year, and then I made an appointment, days before Amanda called you to defend Delia Hackman." The mention of defending Delia Hackman hit a nerve, Rafael's mind was flooded with thoughts, and questions, that he refused to voice at this moment. He refused to go around in circles with his friend now, this conversion was not about him, and his feelings. This conversation was about her. "I don't know how much longer I can see him. I think I need another therapist."

"Why, what did he do?" Rafael asked, quickly.

Olivia heard the panic in his voice, and answered just as quickly. "Nothing. If you have ever been to therapy, you know that you go to a therapist until what that therapist says no longer speaks to you or has any effect, If that happens, it's time for a new therapist, a new perspective. My work in therapy isn't done, and I realize now that it will never be done, but my needs have changed. I'm not in the same place as I was when I first walked into his office. He's a wonderful therapist , he's certified. I trust his professional opinion, and I'm sure Carisi will be calling him as an expert witness for years to come." Olivia, took a shaky breath. In that breath, Rafael heard worry, and he prepared himself to help her through another wave of anxiety. "You didn't come here to listen to me talk about therapy." She said, She took another breath and continued in a whisper. I' m so sorry, Rafael. You should be at home, not here listening to me go on, and on. Go home."

"Hey, don't do that." I want to be here, I need to be here. I have a question.

"What?"

"Do you want me to go?" His voice was soft and gentle, his green eyes were intense.

"Nooo," She whined, softly.