Hospital For Souls (Jalex)

Jack's P.O.V

Jack has another anxiety attack.

I called him cute. I actually did it.

I was going to explode. I called him cute, and he didn't shove me away or look disgusted. He almost looked happy- relieved even.

"Jack? Earth to Jack?"

I focused back on my therapy session.

Sorry, I signed.

"That's okay. Why don't you tell me what's going on on your head?"

I called the boy I like cute.

Dr. Jardine raised an eyebrow. "Really now? Is this the same boy you've like for the past year?"

I nodded, blushing profusely and grinning like an idiot.

"Does he know you like him?"

It was like someone had flipped a switch. My shoulders- and heart- dropped and I wanted to cry. I slowly shook my head no.

"Why don't you tell him?"

He's my only friend. I don't want to lose him, I signed. And I'm scared.

"Why are you scared?"

What if he doesn't like me back? What if he hates me after I tell him? What if- I cut myself off. I could feel a weight in my chest making it hard to breathe.

"Jack? Jack I need you to breathe. Are you having an anxiety attack?"

I nodded quickly, feeling tears fall down my cheeks as I slowly suffocated. I was terrified of loosing Alex.

"Jack? I'm going to call a nurse okay? I need you to breathe."

I tried, but I couldn't. I was so scared.

"Jack? I'm going to give you some oxygen," a nurse said. "I need you to focus on my voice. Breathe in, and breathe out."

Cold oxygen flooded my lungs, snapping me out of the anxiety attack. I took a deep breath of oxygen, focusing back on the nurse.

"Keep breathing just like that, Jack. You'll be just fine. We're going to take you to the infirmary, okay? You're not hurt, but you do have some minor scratches we'd like to look at."

I nodded, already knowing they'd do a full psychological evaluation on me.