Deer In The Headlights

Jack's p.o.v ~
'I was walking down an old, quiet street. The sun was brightly shining down on Baltimore. Clouds where all in different shapes as they freed from each other. Birds were herding the sky, flying to their destinations. Only the sound of vehicles could be heard, but they were not so loud. It was pretty quiet actually. No-one was about. Just me, walking down an unknown street, about to cross the road.
As I looked both ways, and there was no signs of any vehicles, I could still hear them. I could still hear the black tires gently moving along the roads. I just couldn't see any.
As I walked the road, I sworn it was getting longer. The zebra-crossing white lines where getting fatter. That's when I tried running, but I remained on one part of the road. Bang in the middle of one noise-y but lifeless side of the road. I was scared to say the least. But that's when I turned around. A bus the size of an building was rushing down the road I was on. Quickly, I tried running in escape of living, but only remained on that road like before. I tried calling out when it was getting awfully close, but none of my voices were heard. None reached out to any living thing to help me, to come and save my hopeless life.
I tried one last time, but that's when it hit me. The bus speed-ly hit me, carrying me along with it, not stopping at all. It got all hard to breath. It was like I wasn't human anymore. Was I even human in the first place? I was just stuck on the front, large window of the blue, navy bus like a sticker. I don't think I will be peeling off any time soon. Then the bus got faster and it was just so painful, that I let my body slide down the bus. I let my fingers let go off the sides of the bus. I kept going down and down and down, until I was under it. My body was hit by an tire. It kept rolling and rolling until there was no bone to skin on what was me.'
"Jack?! Jack, wake up," I heard a faint, yet loud voice calling me. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't even breathe. I breathed in and out, in and out, trying to get it back to normal. It just wasn't happening.
As my eyes shot open in pain, I saw nurses and doctors shoot into my room. They all rushed to my body and kept smoothing me. That's when I realised I was having a panic attack. I felt so numb- nothing like before. I felt my body shake. It was horrible. The last person I saw was Doctor Gaskarth. His pink and brown hair styled to perfection. His brown eyes absorbed into me, then my vision was tilted with blackness. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't feel.
Just black.

"Jack..." I heard smooth voice cooing me. I snuggled in further into the bed absorbing some more heat.
"Jack, darling. Doctor Gaskarth would like to speak to you." The sound of my mothers sweet voice echoed my ears. I fluttered my eyes open and rubbed them rapidly, until I could see.
"Morning." I quietly said, trying to stretch my arms, but that in result ended with pain. I winced at the cold, but burning feeling.
"Careful, Barakat." I heard the English accent of Doctor Gaskarth warn. I smiled towards him. I then was confused. Why were they waking me up? As if my mum just heard me, she answered.
"Doctor Gaskarth would like to ask some questions, is that okay?" She asked sweetly, rubbing my hand lightly. I thought for a moment. Last time he asked me questions, I was crying myself to sleep.
"O-okay." I said quietly, feeling more weak. The smell of the hospital room was getting to me. It smelt of nothing but strange. It didn't smell like anything, but it sure wasn't nice. I looked back to Doctor Gaskarth as he smiled, dimples growing on both sides of his face. His hair was perfectly styled. His little button nose perfectly fitted his face. Why am I thinking these things about my Doctor? He brang his clipboard up to his face as he started searching. I laid there lazily. I didn't feel like I had much energy. It felt like it had all been sucked out of me by some kind of energy fairy.
Doctor Gaskarth whispered something to my mum, which she gratefully smiled and got up.
"I'm just going to leave Doctor Gaskarth with you." She gave me a reassuring smile before leaving the room to be met with silence. I awkwardly sat there, looking at Doctor Gaskarth as his eyes moved along with the writing. He looked like he was concentrating hard, looking for an right question to ask me. He looked up biting his lip. I must say, that was quite attractive, what the hell, Jack? He looked at me straight in to eyes as I did the same. He looked like he was debating on asking a question.
"You can ask me anything you know, I don't mind." I broke the silence that had fallen. He starred at me a little longer before looking back down to his clipboard, nodding. That's when I let my breath go. Why was I even holding it?
"Alright, lets start it off with: How're you feeling." He asked, looking at me as I searched for an right answer.
"I'm not sure, but I feel much better then yesterday." I said honestly. I actually did. Now I know why I'm in a hospital, I was less worried. He nodded before writing down on the clipboard.
"That's great, Jack." He smiled to himself as he quickly scribbled down more words. He frowned a little. What? Did I say something wrong? Is there something wrong with me?
"Jack, do you know why you had a panic attack last night?" He asked, concerned. That was it. The dream. The dream that made me have my second panic attack in my life. I bit my lip, trying to hide the tear that was trying to slide down.
"I, I uh. I-it was about a... About...bus." I stumbled out, most probably not making any sense at all. The word of that horrible disaster has scarred me for life. I didn't realise I was crying until Doctor Gaskarth handed me some tissues.
"I'm sorry, Jack." He said sadly. I nodded, "N-no, you don't have to be sorry." I cried a little bit more. He got up and went out the room. Here I was. Left to fight away my thoughts of the incident. Why was I so stupid? Why couldn't I of looked where I was going? Why couldn't I try to calm down a bit more? The fact that my favorite band was the last thing I heard and the reason I got hit by the bus was the worst thing in the world. Blink-182 have been my favorite band since I was twelve. I'm seveteen now. I'll be leaving school next year. I have no idea how I'm going to cope with people asking questions.
I was disturbed by Doctor Gaskarth walking in with a cup of water. He walked over to me slowly with a smile plastered on his face.
"Here." He smiled, handing me the cup of water. Aw! That's so sweet! I thought. I tried to get the water, but remembered my arms. Yet again, pain was shot through my skin. He blushed with embarrassment.
"Oh my, I'm sorry. I forgot." He said blushing. I just smiled as he awkwardly pressed the top of the cup under my lip. I tilted my head a little bit forward as he did with the cup and I drank the water.
After I drank all the water, I looked up to Alex to see he was looking at me. I blushed a little, as he nodded and walked to put the cup on the table.
"T-Thank you, Doctor Gaskarth." I blushed again. What's with the blushing, Jack?
"Just call me Alex. I know you're not meant too, but seeing as I have to check on you everyday to have a talk, you can call me Alex. Doctor Gaskarth makes me sound like I have a big hairy beard and thin glasses," He laughed," And you're welcome." He smiled before going around the other side if the bed to sit down. I sniffed a bit. He looked up and asked another question, "You ready for your third question?"

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