The Life of a YouTuber

Overwhelmed

Chris Sturniolo POV

I sat at my desk in my room, trying to edit the latest video my brothers and I made the other day. Nick is currently sick, so I'm doing the editing and uploading. I'm pretty sure Matt's in his room after suffering from yet another panic attack. They just keep coming ever since that car ride in LA, and mom's forcing him onto this medication that he says makes him feel all funny. I know this one must've been bad if he's taking a nap, because he never takes naps. I wish he was fine at the moment, though, because it'd be nice if someone could at least help me out. On top of this, I still have a bunch of stuff I have to do at work, I signed up to help plan my best friend's birthday party for some reason, I still have chores to finish, there's the vlog before this one that I have to edit, and I need to help mom out and go to the grocery store. Nick was supposed to go to the store, but, like I said, he's sick. And Matt was supposed to edit the vlog and help with the party. I'm pretty sure I haven't come out of my room since yesterday morning. I've just been so busy with all this other stuff that I forgot to eat, and I'm certain I haven't slept at all either. Whoops. But I have to leave in about an hour and a half to go to work. Since neither Matt nor Nick can come, I have to work their shifts, too. This is going to be a busy week. I almost whooped with joy once I finished uploading the video. One thing down, five more to go. I stood up almost too quickly, and my vision went completely black for a second. I had to grip onto the edge of the desk to steady myself, until it passed. I didn't pay any kind to it, though, because I still have to get ready for work which is now in thirty minutes. But there's only one problem. I need someone to drive me, and, right now, Matt's the only one in the house that can do it. I groaned, gripping my hair in my hands. Maybe, if I'm fast enough, I can run there. It's only a few miles away. It's a stupid plan, but there's no way Matt can take me right now. I grabbed a hat, pushed it onto my head, and I ran out the door. I don't know how long I ran, but it was enough to make me feel nauseous by the time I stopped. I can see the store out in the distance, so I just walked the rest of the way. That is, until my vision went dark again. But I kept going. I have to get to work, or I'll be late. I didn't stop, even when my knees suddenly grew weak, and I felt like I was going to pass out. It must be from the lack of food, water, and sleep. I don't have time for that stuff now, though. I have to keep going. Everyone's counting on me. Finally, I made it through the front doors. I breathed a sigh of relief as I immediately set off to work. It was hard to keep up with both Matt and Nick's tasks, too, but I got everything done on record time. Sure, I felt like I was going to collapse by the end of it, but who cares? Right? As long as it got done. By the time my shift was over, I quickly grabbed a bunch of groceries from the list mom sent me and set off back home with my arms full of bags. It was a slow journey back, but I managed as best as I could. I had to unload all the groceries myself since mom's still not home yet, and my brothers are most likely still in their rooms. For the third time today, my vision faded. This time, I felt like I absolutely couldn't stand any longer.

Matt Sturniolo POV

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. For the past few hours, I've been trying to will myself to sleep. This medication is making my head feel all fogged up, and I feel like I can hardly think. Mom practically had to force me in my room, because I refused to rest. I'm just not that tired. I mean, I am, but my mind is completely awake. I sighed. Ever since those stupid anxiety attacks started happening, I feel like my parents are constantly on my case. Nick and Chris have treated me the same way, though, because they're cool like that. Speaking of, I really feel bad that I can't help Chris out. He's had to do a lot of the work around here since I have to stay in my room and Nick's sick with the flu. Just then, there was a loud thud. I shot up and listened for anything else. It sounds like it came from downstairs. Quickly, I hurried downstairs to see Chris laying on the floor, unconscious. My eyes widened as I went to his side and shook him slightly.

"Chris?" I spoke.

He didn't answer.

"Chris?" I repeated.

Still. Nothing. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying not to panic. Okay, the first thing I should do is get him off the floor. I took a deep breathing before pulling one of his arms around my neck and lifting him up. Supporting him, I took Chris over to the couch. He has bags under his eyes, and he's looking slightly pale. I checked his forehead, but he's not running a fever or anything. All I can really do right now to do is wait.

Chris Sturniolo POV

Groggily, I slowly opened my eyes and let everything come into focus. I found myself on the couch... when did I get here?.. and I can hear someone breathing softly off to my far left. I glanced around the room, until my eyes rested upon Matt's sleeping figure on the couch across the room. His face is set into a firm frown as his body tensed, so I chose this moment to wake him up. Almost immediately, Matt's eyes snapped open, and he sat up to face me, rubbing his eyes.

"Looks like you slept well," I mused, sarcasm leaking into my tone.

"Right back at ya," he rolled his eyes. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "I probably just overworked myself."

"No duh, you were unconscious for, like, two hours. Why don't you take a break from everything. I already finished putting the groceries away, and I can upload the vlog and do your chores."

"Look, I'm fine. I can-"

"No. You're not. You literally just collapsed."

"Matt, you really don't need to-"

"It's fine, Chris. I can do it. I'm capable of doing a few simple tasks."

"I didn't say you weren't."

"Just go and get some rest. You look like you need it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Okay then..."

I made my way to my room and slipped into bed where I drifted off to sleep peacefully.