Hounded

32. Hospital

Josh was already gone to work when Tyler woke up today but Tyler didnt know that. He whined loudly and brought his arms up to wrap around his head, rolling onto his back. His head was killing him, it was hurting so badly. Worse then it ever has before.

He glanced at the nightstand whimpering when he seen his bong wasnt there. "Josh!" He yelled rolling onto his side. "Josh!!" He yelled again when he got no answer. He whimpered, figuring after a few minutes that Josh wasnt home.

He buried his face in the pillows as the pain only seemed to keep getting worse with each passing second. He pushed himself up, forcing himself to go look for his bong and lighter. He didnt make it far, having to teleport himself to the bathroom, throwing up immediately as he landed on the floor in front of the toilet.

He sniffled and wiped his mouth, panting softly. He took another minute to collect himself before going on the search again, he found his bong in the kitchen but his lighter was no where to be found. He ended up in the living room, huddled in the corner, crying because of the pain he was in.

He was shaking, his head between his knees and his hands in His hair. He wanted to RIP his hair out in Hope's of it relieving some of the pressure in his head. He couldnt keep his eyes open because the light only made the pain worse. His migraines have never been this bad, he didnt know what to do.

He wanted to get stoned, so stoned that he couldnt think striaght but he couldnt because his lighter was missing. He was hyperventilating, panicking because he felt like his head was going to explode. He wanted to call Josh but his phone was upstairs and he knew if he moved hed be throwing up again.

He sat in the corner, cryin and shaking for hours, the pain not going away, only intensifying. The pain was unbearable, it being so bad he couldnt move. He had ended up throwing up on himself anyway, the pain making his stomach churn.

He felt like there were a bunch of rubber bands wrapped around his head, getting tighter and tighter while someone repeatedly bashed him in the head with a brick. It was so bad.

He started panicking more when he started having flashbacks, they did nothing to ease the pain in his head or the aching that began in his lungs. His flashbacks ranged from war to training to experiments and anything in between. "SHUT UP!" He yelled, thrashing his entire body after a particular flashback of dr. Hassen getting mad at him. His head hit off the wall sending waves of pain throughout his skull and making him cry harder. He couldnt handle all this.

Josh had come home on his lunch break, carrying some taco bell with him for him and Tyler to share, they didnt get to eat it though. When Josh walked through the door he heard Tyler crying and immediately set the food down before running off in search of Tyler.

When he found him he quickly went over. "Hey hey what's wrong what happened?" He asked worriedly. "Josh?" Tyler sobbed fearfully, not opening his eyes because the light only made his head throb more and he was terrified that if he did dr. Hassen would be there. "Yeah it's me. What's going on?" Josh asked worriedly as he pulled Tyler into his lap, not caring that there was literally puke dried to the front of Tyler's shirt.

"C-could-nt f-f-find my light-er-flas-flashbacks i- hurts so bad." Tyler sobbed brokenly. "Do you have a migraine?" Josh asked. Tyler whined nodded slightly and gasping for air. "And you can't find your lighter?" Josh asked. Tyler shook his head. "want me to go look for it? Or go get a new one at the store?" Josh asked. Tyler shook his head, the pain was far too intense for getting stoned to help, and he was terrified of having more flashbacks without Josh being there.

"Okay what can I do? How can I help?" Josh asked. "I dont know!" Tyler cried, he was shaking like a leaf, his whole body trembling so badly. "Wsnt me to take you to the hospital?" Josh asked not knowing what else would help. He was surprised when Tyler nodded frantically. Tyler hates hospitals and avoids them at all costs so for him to willing want to go it must mean this is really, really bad.

"Okay. It's okay ty breathe you're gonna be okay." Josh said as he stood up and picked Tyler up, carrying him like a baby as Tyler curled up in a ball, hands over his head as he sobbed. "Shh shhh I got you, you're gonna be okay ty." Josh said as he carried Tyler out to the car.