Everything's Going to Change

Panic

 "What happened to the motorcycle?"

"It's a longer drive where we're going so a car's more practical." I hopped into the truck that was waiting outside the building and looked at it in awe. "I'm guessing you're not a girlish car type of person?" Steve asked with a smile.

"Ew, no." I said in disgust "Those things are way too tiny and just look pathetic." Steve laughed at my expression before we drove off to who knows where.

"Are we there yet?"

"Considering the fact that you haven't told me where we're going, I don't know." I hate cars. I didn't used to before, but ever since the accident, I just keep waiting for something bad to happen. Gripping the edge of my seat, I was constantly checking the surroundings to see if anything was going to hit us.

"Charlie, you with me?" Steve's concerned voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"I'm fine." I whispered. That was a lie. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but my breathing was coming out in quick short bursts and my lungs felt like they were tightening.

"Charlie, I need you to try and breathe. Don't worry about anything else, just focus on my voice. Nod if you can hear me." I nodded once as I listened to him. I felt Steve unfasten my seat belt and gently lift me onto his lap. "Charlie can you breathe?" he asked gently.

"I-I can't stop panicking. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, it's OK. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry. I've got you." I turned slightly and rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. "Try and get some sleep kiddo, we'll be home when you wake up." Almost against my will, my eyes started to drift shut as I fell asleep, safe and sound.