The way of your movements( Fruk)

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Arthur held onto my shoulder tightly, and Yao kept trying to get his attention. "Arthur, look at me; it is okay," He tried to say and sign. I tried to hold him up, but he looked like he was going to fall. "Hey, something is wrong; maybe we need to take him to the hospital?" I asked. He was breathing heavily, and I didn't know what to do.

Arthur suddenly began crying from the pain as he held his ears. "Oh my god, is he okay?" I asked worriedly. I began to pull him to a seat, and he continued to hold his ears in pain. "It hurts; it is too loud," He cried. What the hell is happening?!

"Here, let me help," Ivan spoke. He gestured for Alfred and Matthew to stay put, and Alfred looked at Arthur, worried. I pulled Arthur to sit, and I sat beside him, grabbing his hand, but he was still freaking out. Ivan tried to hold his head, but he would yank it away. "Come on, you need to look at me," Ivan spoke, even though he knew Arthur couldn't hear.

"Francis hold him still a little," he told. I nodded at him seriously and began to put an arm around Arthur. What the hell was going on? "Is everything alright?" One of the seminar people spoke. "No, can you call an ambulance?" Yao asked. The lady nodded, and she began to take her phone out.

Ivan began to open Arthur's eyes, and once he did, Arthur suddenly stopped moving.

"I can't see..." he spoke. His voice had a mix of terror, and I watched as his eyes moved around uncontrollably. He had grown stiff, and he reached his hands up to try and feel my arm, or anything around him. My eyes widened, and I could see that his pupils were moving around even more as he started to panic. "Hey! I can't see! What do I do!? I don't know what to do! Yao! Francis!" He cried out. He was shouting, and soon he began to cry even more.

"Please, help me."

"Francis? I can't see, and I can't hear; where is everyone?" He cried. He didn't thrash around like before, so I let go of him. He began to feel around, and I grabbed his hands. "What's going on with him?" Yao asked.

Ivan was gently holding his eyes open, and he looked concerned. "Does he have tinnitus?" Ivan asked. "Not that I know of," Yao spoke.

"Francis? Where are you?" Arthur asked, crying. "I am right here; it's okay," I squeezed his hand tighter, and he cried more.

"The ambulance is on its way," the lady came back.

Arthur began to breathe heavily, and Ivan let go of him. "He is going to faint if he keeps breathing like that. He needs to calm down," he spoke. I rubbed his hands as he continued to hyperventilate, but nothing worked.

"How do you know if he has tinnitus?" Yao asked. "Well, at the clinic I work at. Usually, most deaf patients have it, but some don't; it can get so bad as they lose their eyesight for a bit, but if he doesn't calm down, he will faint before that happens," Ivan said.

Arthur was crying and hyperventilating still, and I noticed his eyes were starting to roll back. "Oh shit!" I shouted. I quickly grabbed his head as it went back, and he fainted within seconds.

"Oh my god!" Yao spoke. He rushed toward Arthur, and I tried to hold him up. "It's okay; he will be fine, but you need to give him some room," Ivan spoke, holding Yao back. I held onto Arthur, and I didn't know what to do. He had fainted in my arms and was starting to get heavy.

"Francis, we have to move him to the floor so he can lie down," Ivan spoke. I nodded at him worriedly and continued to hold Arthur. He helped me carry him to the floor, making sure his breathing was fine.

I knew what tinnitus was...but something about how he freaked out was odd. I stayed by his side the whole time. I didn't want to leave him at all.

As I rested his head on my lap, I began thinking about how he acted normal around me after my confession, and I appreciated it. I debated whether to tell him or not; I didn't think anything of it. However, I wanted to know how he saw me.

I looked at him as he lay on the floor unconscious. I liked him a lot, loved him. I would do anything for him, but I was worried he might feel I wasn't serious about him.

But I was... every fiber of my being was.

I was the one to get severely attached to him. From the moment I laid eyes on him, and up to the moment I begged Yao to tell him I was sorry for yelling at him, my heart already knew that I would fall hard.

He made me spiral out of control as I looked at him. I wanted all of him, even the pieces he was ashamed of.

I could see him breathing in and out, and he looked calmer. He was stressed, and I wondered why. I hope I didn't cause him any stress. I would be utterly heartbroken finding out I was the cause.

He had too much to deal with as it was, and I didn't want to be a burden on him. I couldn't give up on him, and if he were to tell me once more to leave him alone, I'm ashamed to say that I probably wouldn't.

"Please be okay..."I whispered.

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Within minutes of everyone freaking out and worrying, the ambulance took him away. I told Yao I was going to follow them to the hospital. I was unbelievably worried. Too worried to say or think about anything. I wanted to be there when he woke up and get the relief that he was okay.

He needed to be okay; there wasn't any other option.