**AUTHOR'S NOTES**
Sorry this update took a little longer...Life gets in the way of my writing... *sigh*
There is a surprise cameo visitor in this chapter that I guarantee most of you will recognize (I hope it makes you smile!)...because trust me...I think you'll need something to smile about with the shit that's about to go down... (don't worry, though...it's nothin' more than my usual angst fest!)
WARNINGS: C-PTSD symptoms (somatic flashbacks/body memories, dissociation, toxic shame, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, feelings of helplessness), **SELF-HARM** (this is NOT descriptive but please be mindful)
There are a few song references (yet again) here... If anyone is curious...
Edge Of Seventeen: https://open.spotify.com/track/7L3b6iaVhDVjfo52Hbvh9Z?si=2ee809d5394f46dd
January (the song from James's solo album Inhale) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiM1dEPmASk
Enjoy... *big hugs to you all!*
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JAMES'S P.O.V:
The first thing I feel when I come to is a sharp, pounding pain in my head. The second is a soft hand running through my hair.
When I force myself to open my eyes, I realize I'm laying on my bed and even though my vision is completely blurred, I know that I'm surrounded by staff members.
"Hey, hon..."
I vaguely make out the sound of a female's voice but I can't comprehend what's going on. My body feels so incredibly weak and before I know it, I have my eyes squeezed shut again. A soft, muffled groan escapes my lips as a wave of nausea shoots through me.
"James? Sweetie, it's alright...Can you open your eyes for me?"
"He's out of it..."
"Can barely keep his eyes open..."
"James?"
Through the pain I'm feeling in my body and the intense fatigue, I'm somehow able to connect to reality again and reopen my eyes. This time, I'm met with a nurse hovering over me, and I realize she's squeezing my hand. Within my peripheral vision, I notice a small cup of Gatorade on my end table. My stomach immediately drops.
"Try to keep your eyes open, hon...I know you're exhausted, but we need to get some fluids in you..."
"Mhm..." I manage to force words out but they just sound weak and muffled, "I'm...I'm...alright..."
It's an absolute lie, and I know it. I feel the farthest from okay right now. I could already feel another blackout coming on. My muscles are achy and the head pounding sensation is only intensifying along with the nausea.
"Honey..." The nurse shakes her head with concerned eyes, "You collapsed while walking out of group...Nicole was there and caught you before one of us brought you here...You're extremely dehydrated, James."
I immediately furrow my brows in confusion as my disorientation increases. I don't remember passing out...I don't remember anything. The last thing I recall is feeling like my stomach was being stabbed, but that's it... I slowly shake my head and repeat my false reassurance, while attempting to move myself upright.
"Mhm.. 'm okay..."
"Easy there!"
Within a second, I feel my vision being invaded by black spots and the nurse slowly leads me back down to a lying position. My body has no fuckin' energy... It's useless .
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