"Nora can be cranky," Hugo warned George. "We are in a trajectory where we are reducing the use of medication. She has good days, but I'm afraid today isn't one of them."

"I can handle her," George assured him. "I have seen her cranky before, I know how to deal with it now," he smirked and took off his coat.

Hugo smirked. "She's upstairs. Give me your coat," he said.

"Thanks," George said and gave Nora's dad a smile. Hugo walked towards the wardrobe while George went upstairs.

He was surprised to get the call last night. Mainly because it was in the middle of the night, but also because he expected things changed after the kiss. Things already had changed for George since Abu Dhabi, but Nora didn't remember it. George couldn't put his finger on the call, he had no idea why she called or why she wanted him to come.

The door of her bedroom was open. George walked in, having a smile on his lips. It was silence in the room, he only could hear the flowing water of the shower. He found an empty room. She must be in the shower since the whole family was downstairs. Weird, since she knew George was coming. He sat down on her bed and decided to wait.

Thirty minutes passed. George had enough time to study all the notes on the wall; it was impressive to see how she started her own investigation, it was like a police wall with all the clues of a homicide.

George was getting worried. He got up and made his way to the bathroom. George knocked on the door. "Nora?" He knocked for a second time on the door, this time louder. "Nora?" He still hadn't got an answer. His fingers wrapped around the doorknob. "Nora, I'm coming in if you don't answer," he said and pushed the handle down, what was open to his surprise. "I'm opening the door, and I will enter the bathroom now."

The worst-case scenarios went through his mind: what if she slipped and what if she was unconscious? What if she ran away? What if she did something to herself?

George opened the door and stepped inside. His eyes fell on the fragile body of Nora, who sat in the shower with her clothes on. George didn't hesitate to run to her. Nora seemed to be absent, she didn't even notice George entering the bathroom. He stepped inside the shower and felt the cold water on his clothes.

"Jesus Christ Nora," he said and turned the knob to a warmer temperature. "It isn't healthy to sit in a cold shower."

The water slowly changed to a pleasant temperature. George sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her cold body. Nora gasped for air and leaned her head against his chest. His back was touching the cold wall, it gave him goosebumps. The warm water streamed down both of their bodies, it felt odd to wear clothes in a shower, but that was a side issue now. The tears burst forth like was from a dam, spilling down Nora's face. It didn't stop. Sobs filled the bathroom, she collapsed again. Nora's breath was shaking, just like the rest of her body.

"It's okay, I'm here," George said and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm here," he mumbled against her skin, and he was rocking her slowly.

The sobbing was broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, it was ripping through her muscles, bones and guts. Nora softly pressed the side of her face in his chest and her arms around his arms. The tears melted together with the water. Nora bit her lip, which made her chin tremble like a small child because she was trying to hold it in after a while. It needs to stop. It didn't last for long. Tears started falling down again, without a sign of stopping. She felt empty. Her tears moulded with the water of the shower.

"Just breath," George said when he noticed the irregular breathing and gasping for air. "Breath, Nora. Let's breathe together, alright?" She nodded at his question. "In through the nose," he said and breathed in. A gently, but deep inhale entered her body. "And out through the mouth," he said and breathed out. She breathed out. They kept doing that for a few minutes until Nora got her breath under control.

Minutes passed, God knows how many, but it was enough to calm down. The tension left Nora's body, just like the stiffness; she accepted she could relax. The warm water touched her body, it made her feel warm. George noticed the change and pressed another kiss on her forehead. He closed his eyes and stroked the side of her body with his hand. Nora closed her eyes as well and leaned against him; it felt trustworthy. The clattering water the ground was soothing.

"What's wrong?" The silence broke when George asked the question.

"I don't know," Nora answered and rubbed away the hairs what stuck on her face. "I just don't know it...things."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm scared," she told him. "It's freaking me out."

George wrapped his arms tighter around her and leaned his head against the wall. "Why are you scared?"

"I'm so lost," she said. "I don't know what happened and I...I am so scared. I'm so scared to face the world, what if it will happen again? What if this will be my death this time? Everyone is so suspicious, and just so off, no one will tell me what happened. I can't do anything, I'm trapped in this house."

He swallowed hard. "You still have no idea what happened?"

"No, it's still the same as yesterday," she said. "I'm tired of guessing, I want to know what happened, I want to close this chapter. I feel like shit, I can't do anything, I every time have to ask someone to do something for or with me. When I look in the mirror, I want to cry even harder because I'm not me, I don't look like myself, I look ugly. When I look in the mirror, I see a girl who is not me, I don't know her. I feel so ugly. I want to..." Nora took a deep breath. "I want it all to stop."

George let go of her and slowly pushed her away from her. He cupped her face in his hands, which made her look at him. "Hey, don't say you're ugly."

"But I am."

George cleared his throat. "Stop," he said. "You're gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous, Nora." Tears filled her eyes again, it flowed down her face again. "Don't say that. You're beautiful. You're in a confusing time, and it will get better, I promise. We will go through this together. I will stay right here, okay?"

Nora pressed her lips into a thin line, closed her eyes and nodded. Those words...it touched her emotionally. George rubbed with his thumb over her cheek and kept looking at her, she was fragile and lost. It broke his heart to see her like that.

"To be honest with you," he began. It made Nora open her eyes and look at him. "I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart; a heart that's aching to see you smile again," he told her.

She softly smiled. "Thank you," she whispered and bit on the inside of her lip. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, and that you have to go through my shit breakdowns and that I'm taking you with me through everything," she stammered.

"It's okay to fall apart sometimes. Tacos fall apart, and we still love them."

A soft giggle left her mouth.

"I told you we're going through this together. This is part of it, Nora," he comforted her. "Ups and downs are part of it."

A knock made the two young adults look at the door. The door opened, and Victoria's head popped around the door. "Oh, what the...you know what, I'm not even asking it," she spoke when she saw the two people sitting in the shower with their clothes on. She was sent upstairs to have a look on them, the shower had been running for an hour now. "I will get you some dry clothes and put your wet clothes in the basket," she informed them and closed the door again.

Nora and George looked at each other.

"Maybe we have to get out of the shower," George said. They both softly laughed. "Are you okay? Still want to come with me?"

"I'm okay," she breathed. "And yes, only if you want to."

George let her go and got up. "Of course," he replied and turned off the water. He pulled out his hand and Nora grabbed it. "Gentle, it's slippery."

"I have no idea why I went into the shower with my clothes on, but it sucks," she annoyedly said and got up. "You didn't have to do this."

"I've been waiting for thirty minutes," he said and grabbed a towel. He folded it open and wrapped it around Nora. "And I won't have to shower tonight," he joked and grabbed a towel for himself.

Victoria dropped two pair of clothes: clothes for Nora and something comfortable for George - never worn items from Hugo. Nora looked sad, but Victoria knew George could cheer her up. She let the two adults alone, shutting out her thoughts.

"Well, yeah, that's a pro, I guess," Nora said. "I'm sorry about your clothes."

"Stop apologising, it's really annoying," he said cheekily and winked.