Max Pov

"Jesus fuck" Hope gasped wiping her forehead "I hate the mental center, it all the way over there and you guys are here. And I fucking hate gym" she continued holding onto the door frame tightly hunched over coughing.

"Is Matthews okays?" Barney asked looking at the sleeping Ross on my shoulder, "I means is shes stables enough to comes home?" he added on holding Red's hand tightly, I know they want kids but they can't exactly pull a Ross on us. Hope held out a hand stilling gasping for air fanning her face with her clipboard.

"Sorry guys" she said taking a deep breath before standing up "We can't let her go, we had to do blood work on the poor child, not to mention the stitches on her own bite mark. She had elevated levels of adrenaline and cortisol, now normally this wouldn't be weird except the body hasn't stopped producing them." He said flipping up a paper on the clipboard looking at whatever chart was there. "Its like she's in a constant state of panic, but, once again her heart rate is completely steady and normal. That's what concerns me the most." She said looking at us.

"Why is that worrying? That's a good thing right?" Red asked looking up desperately clinging to the silver lining of the situation "That means it's not that bad, just some over reacting hormones, right?" he asked looking at Hope with the tiniest bit of fear.

"I'm sorry but no, that could mean a lot of things. But I have a bit of a disturbing theory that might be right" Hope said sadly "Remember how Mattie had a miniature panic attack when Ross had Zach? When she heard that her little brother was dead? Well I think she might always be on the verge of, or even always on a panic attack. She just saw how it affected the people around her and learned how to hide it, or even worse because of the constant panic attack theory her heart adjusted to the extreme levels of adrenaline and cortisol, the fear hormones, and she just stopped felling fear" she said rubbing her face tiredly.

"Are you saying that Matt is always on a panic attack, but because this has been happening for a long time. She literally can't feel normal human fears, and it has to be extreme for her heart to even notice the adrenaline and crap?" I asked watching Hope nod sadly "Holy shit, my child is the next James Bond." I mumbled watching as Hope tried to not laugh out loud in the moment, "But why do you think she's always on a panic attack?"

"Well while schizophrenia is usually found in older people, we don't ever really find a case like Matthew for her at birth diagnostic. A theory is because of her early unorganized mind she let her fears and such develop with the images she couldn't get rid of, after seeing all her fears for so long she might have lost the ability to be scared. Or at least learn to hide it, but one of the nurses found her speaking clear coherent English with the wall. She thinks she's talking to someone, sometimes she'll finch backwards like someone flicked her, and that caused fear, fear creates cortisol, and cortisol is infamous for creating hallucinations" She said pulling up a chair to sit in front of us.

"It's viscous never ending cycle" Red whispered "How long would voices have to talk to her? For her to learn English fluently, for her to attempt to carve out her chest?" he choked burying his head into the crook of Barney's neck, Barney patted Red's back softly.

"Hey Max" Hope said softly patting my knee "Can I talk to you in the hallway for a second?" she asked I gently picked up Ross' head and placed in in Barney's lap, got up and followed Hope to the hallway "Okay who did Ross murder?" she asked crossing her arms and looking at me like an accusing mother.

"What?" I asked confused at the sudden change in tone and conversation topic, Hope looked at me like I was stupid.

"Ross' hair is too perfect, and he's asleep. Those things only happen together if he killed multiple people, I know because I asked him what his shampoo was and he said the tears of his enemies. And his breathing is hitched like someone kicked him in the ribs to escape" she added on as an afterthought, I rubbed my face.

"Me and the gang were going to take Ross out to try and get him back into the spirit of things, you know? He's been so sad and quite since Zach, he just isn't himself, it took weeks to coax him to leaving the house for a few hours. Jin tried to get Matthew but she was asleep, and having a child be asleep without the before fuss is like a miracle from Jesus. So we left TimTim in charge or her, he had invited over Cory and Nick to watch Pretty Little liars beforehand. So we just told them to check on her every episode or so, and with that we left" I said looking back into the room with Barney trying to calm Red and keep Ross asleep.

"So when did it all go wrong?" Hope asked touched my elbow lightly to get my attention I looked her over, she was young that was for certain. She couldn't have been over the twenty six mark, and yet she seemed to have a stronger grip on reality and the world than most, wiser beyond her years as I should put it.

"We were only gone for maybe three hours, we just came back from the park, we managed to talk Ross into having a picnic. And the first thing we notice when we open the door is TimTim with Cory curled into one of his sides and Nick the other, the other thing, was Mark. He decided to stick around until Ross was a bit more stable, well he sort of tilted his head up the stair case looking scared, he put Pandora on the ground and ran up the stairs muttering under his breath. Then he screamed in the most terrified and horrified voice I've ever heard from him, 'Matthew'. I saw Ross running after him seconds later with me, we were greeted, with-with Mattie." I said breathing as I felt heat rise to my face, I felt my eyes itch vaguely as I recalled the moment I saw my daughter. She was so bloody, her eyes looked so scared, like a deer in headlights.

"Ross, well after Mark fixed her up best he could, snapped." I said letting a shiver run down my spine at the memory of the way Ross' eyes changed, "He knew TimTim never even left his spot between his boytoys. And he snapped, we thought he snapped when his water broke, but this time he really did. It was just the way he changed, his eyes, the smile he had, the way he smiled wasn't natural. It was like having a Cheshire cat in the room with you, but soaked in blood, and a glint of murder. It took me, Adam, Red, and Barney to hold him back long enough to get the sharp object out of his hands before he broke out. He actually managed to drag TimTim outside, give him a black eye, and duct tape him to a tree, and it was more than one roll of duct tape. Nick is tending to a broken nose while being pinned by the couch, and we have a MIA on Cory, we think he ran but we saw an upturned patch up dirt in the backyard." I said watching as Hope started to look more and more terrified with every description.

"Holy shit" she said softly "I get that this is your husband but, shouldn't TimTim and the other two be vaguely considering calling the police, for at least domestic violence?" she asked looking at the sleeping Ross, I ruffled her hair tiredly.

"Yes, and have the three little anchors he has left be lawfully ripped from his hands? Not because he was a bad mom either, but because those three didn't do the one job they had. They know they fucked up really badly when they saw Mattie, they knew how much more they did when Ross came at them." I said looking at her wrist as it pinged, she looked at it and read over the notification before cursing slightly.

"The fuck Hannah, why would she ask for a ASL book?" she mumbled typing something in. it binged back almost instantly, Hope read over it as her eyes flicked over the notification several times. "Holy shit, Max" she said grabbing my sleeve, "We need to fucking see this" she said pulling me around corners and hallways until we entered a small office the whole wall was covered in monitors. "Report" Hope snapped looking at the small female in the swivel chair.

"Mental ward Patient 669 asked for a book on American Sign Language to pass the time, when given and left alone for a while we saw this." She said typing a few things into the computer before it zoomed into a surprisingly clear picture of Mattie in her room looking at the book making the hand motions. "It appears that she's trying to communicate with Heyyel, when she comes in with Geo." She said as Hope smiled softly.

"Oh bless her cursed heart" Hope said patting the nurses shoulder, "Thank you carry on" she said walking out with me in tow, "Heyyel's my daughter, Geo's her cat" she said softly sitting me on a bench just outside the security room door. "My wife Gage, had her while she was deployed, a bit of a surprise to both of us. Gage wasn't anywhere near a war zone. Nowhere close, she was in a local hospital, she helped our soldiers, other soldiers, civilians, the whole community loved her there. That was until-" Hope stopped to breathe in deeply "Someone set a bomb off in the lobby, Heyyel was too close it blew her ears out. Gage lost her arm in the explosion, but they both got out alive, that's what matters" Hope said leaning over to place her head on my shoulder.

"The first few weeks when they were sent home was hard. I never got the notification that there was a bomb, I might have had such a large hyperventilation attack I passed out. I had to get used to using physical touch to get our daughters attention, and helping my wife get dressed every morning. But Gage became a physical therapist here, and Heyyel is the little angel with her little stray cat that wanders around and listens to people as they talk. No one knows she can't hear them, so she just smiles and moves on." She said scrubbing at her face violently making my heart break.

"Why tell me this?" I asked looking down at my favorite little nurse, she looks up at me and smiles laughing lightly patting my chest.

"It's pretty obvious you can't read people that well like I can, for example" she looked me over quickly, "You have a posture that suggest that you grew up hearing one parent tell you that if you want something you take it, a business father I would assume. But also a soft curve to the tips of your lips that say that you didn't exactly fit that criteria and turned to your mother, a mental therapist judging on the way that your eyes look sharp and alert, while soft enough to coax out information." She said before tapping my hair "Your mother was the Ginger, and both of them have your eyes" she said smiling as she told me everything that I already knew. I realized as Hope looked at me smiling that my mouth was most likely opening and closing like a drowning fish.

"How? That's my secret, and I've been with Ross when he was deep in the pain medication, I know more about you guys than you think." She said smiling picking me up off the bench any previous wisp of sadness wiped from her face, as she looked like she believed in the world again. "And so I thought, why not return the favor? Especially when I want to arrange a playdate between our daughters, they both would get a lot from the interaction." She said, walking calmly back to the waiting room holding Ross, and the dinosaur lovers.

"Call me if you find Cory buried alive, he might need some help adjusting to the fact that it sounds like he was buried alive" Hope said shivering "I hope he wasn't, that's not easy to explain"

A/n I swear it will get happy soon,  and I really have no idea if the heart thing has actually happened before but hey, it's called a theoretical assumption for a reason. Anyway, but should I write a smutty or fluffy chapter soon? And if so between who? Thanks and I'll see you guys next chapter.
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