Hazel Eyes | Lashton

Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: I don't know how panic attacks work exactly, but this is my own experience on the matter. If it's different from any of you, well. It's different for everyone. That is all.

"In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane. A handful of moments, I wished I could change but I was carried away. Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything. Therapy, you were never a friend to me, and you can keep all your misery" -Therapy (All Time Low)

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Luke slowly comes to his senses fifteen hours after his world went black. His eyes adjusts to the bright light and he slowly opens them-it hurts a little because they were sealed shut from his tears the day before. The heart monitor attached to the pale boy speeds up as he realizes where he is.

A hospital.

Luke frantically turns his head from side to side-ignoring the dull pain in his head-and looks at the wires attached to his forearm, trying desperately to claw them off.

"C-Cal-" his voice cuts off. It's pitifully cracked and broken, the oxygen rushing to his lungs burns with panic and a blinding fear that Luke can barely see the doctors and nurses rushing in through his tears. The heart monitor is a frantic beeping mess trying to keep up with his raging heart.

I can't breath I can't breath oh god I can't breath.

Nurses try to restrain him, pushing down his hands and arms to keep him from ripping the needles from his skin, but this only causes memories-horrible, horrible memories-to flash through his mind and a new wave of terror to go through him.

"We need to sedate him." the head doctor yells, more hands reaching out to restrain the boy thrashing on the bed.

"He's not a fuçking animal!" Calum calls out, being held back himself by a male nurse who towers over him. No one pays him any attention.

Lukes' chest is tight, his lungs burning as though they were filling with water. The back of his neck is coated in a cold sweat, a drop of perspiration gliding down his smooth skin and disappearing between the sheets of the hospital bed.

This has happened before-he's usually alone and can calm himself down quickly-but this terror and absolute panic is something Luke hasn't felt in his entire life.

"I can-I can help him! Let me help him." Calum insists, pulling and pushing himself away from the strong nurse holding him.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave if you become a distraction." An old nurse says, hooking drugs up to the needles going into Lukes' arms.

"You don't understand you're-you're scaring him more!" Calum cries out, pulling at his already disheveled hair, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. He swallows back most of his fear because he doesn't want the hospital staff to hate him more for having a breakdown whilst Luke is in the middle of his own. Calums' mind scrambles for something, anything that he could possibly do but draws a blank and slumps in defeat.

He watches helplessly as his best friend slowly calms down-sweat mixing with tears-and closes his eyes, heart rate slowing once the drugs made their way through the fragile boys' veins.

Calum feels his own tiredness taking over as the doctors and nurses file out of the room, but ignores them and sits in the uncomfortable chair next to the hospital bed. He grabs a tissue, wiping away Lukes' mixture of salty tears and sweat, brushing blonde strands from his forehead.