"The Sketcher." (A Jacksepticeye Story.)

I'm Not Crazy

"Flying around at the speed of OW!"
- Sean William McLoughlin

Twenty-Two

Amber let out a small squeak, her throat closing in fear. She scrambled for the emergency button, not noticing the blanket strewn on the floor. Her feet slipped on it and she ended up falling hard onto the cold floor.
She caught herself with her hands, but cried out as her ribs were hit. She bit the inside of her cheek and reached over, slamming her fist down on the button. Soon, she could hear the rapid footsteps and her doctor rush inside.

"Amber what is wr- AMBER!" The Doctor yelled, running to help her.

   He gently got her to her feet and sat her down on the bed. She ignored his questions and rushed towards the window. She frantically looked around, not seeing Luke anymore. She didn't see anyone. She shook her head, hitting the wall in frustration with her fist.

"HE IS OUT THERE! I JUST SAW HIM! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! HE HAS A KNIFE! HE IS GOING TO KILL ME!" Amber shrieked, trembling so hard the bottom of her gown fluttered around her knees.

The Doctor nodded, motioning her to come towards him. The cops must've heard her because there was already a couple men walking around outside. Flashlights cut through the darkness, checking the bushes and around the building.
Sweat dripped down Amber's face as she took deep breaths and let the Doctor examine her. Jack and her mother rushed in soon after, looking at her with wide eyes. Jack had a plate of steaming food on it, nearly dropping it as he ran into her room.
He set the plate down and rushed to her, Amber going into his arms. He held her close, trying to stop her from having a panic attack. Her chest was heaving and she pressed her hand flat against her neck. It was getting harder to breathe and the room started spinning. Her ribs hurt like hell but she needed air.

"Breathe, Amber, breathe. The cops are surrounding the building. No one gets in or out without them knowing. Deep breaths."

   As Jack talked to her, the Doctor whispered to a nurse and eyed Amber with worry. Amber wheezed for breath, clenching a fistful of Jack's shirt. Jack held her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

"I want you to do something for me. Do you think you could do that?" Amber nodded slowly, trying to regain her breath.

He set her down on the bed and held her hands.

"Okay, the first thing I want you to do is tell me five things you can smell. Don't question it, just tell me."

   Amber nodded as she looked around the room. She took a small sniff through her nose and looked at Jack.

"I can smell..medicine, bleach, sweat, cologne...yours...and...food." Amber stated, looking over at the plate sitting on the counter.

   He nodded, smiling a little as he kissed her cheek. Her chest felt constricted as tears ran down her face. Jack used a napkin from the table to wipe away sweat collecting on her forehead.

"Good, you're doing great. Now, I want you to tell me five things you can see."

   Amber took her time looking around the room, her eyes trailing over each thing. Her hand relaxed, revealing red marks engraved in her palm.

"I can see..you..the wall...my mom..cabinets...and the ceiling."

   Amber's breath had gone back to normal, her chest moving up and down at a slow rhythm. Jack nodded, rubbing her hand with his thumb. He leaned closer, looking into her eyes.

"Now, tell me five things you can feel." He asked her, smiling.

She nodded, her fingertips running along the soft sheets of the bed.