“Oh, no!” An embarrassed laugh turned into a cough. “What’s going on? Is she going to be okay?” She shook him a little bit. “You just have too much emotional stuff going on in your life! Poor Xavier.”
“Tried to commit suicide,” he pursed his lips but gave a slight smile, a mere tilt of the corner of his lips. “Not my sister, his. I helped him bring her to the hospital but… He’s been quiet since then.”
“Oh, good grief.” She shook her head. “You should definitely be there for him. Trust me, I’ve been there too. Just letting people know that you are there if they want you, it can make a huge difference.” She thought about the number of times when that was /all/ she could do. Sometimes, being an empath sucked; she was capable of just fixing people, but knew that in the long run that it wasn’t going to be a real solution. People had to find their own strength.