*Jack's POV*

My heart fell right through the floor, and I stared.

I stared into those beautiful green eyes that I had been dying to see for the last three months. They held such confusion. I'm sure that mine held disbelief. Could she really not remember? Was this going to be permanent? I had just gotten her back, I can't lose her again!

"Get a doctor," I whispered to Alex, then I crashed to the floor, and everything went black.

*Alex's POV*

I was just staring at Emma. A girl I had barely known, but had kept Jack from insanity. She had been his light in the endless darkness, and however cheesy that sounded, it was true. I could see it. She always made him smile when I couldn't. He would talk about her so much, it was incredibly annoying. And he had barely left her side in these many months, and had never lost faith in her, even when everyone else had. He would never be able to forget a single aspect of her appearance, or personality.

But she forgot him.

She even forgot herself.

And right now, they were just staring at each other, neither of them even blinking. I could see the confusion and fear in Emma's eyes, and the disbelief in Jack's.

It was heartbreaking.

"Get a doctor," I heard Jack whisper, and before I could even react, he collapsed.

"NURSE!" I shouted as I ran to Jack, lifting him up a bit. Immediately, many nurses and doctors ran into the room. They took in the scene, Emma sitting up in her hospital bed, fidgety and nervous, Jack unconscious and me supporting him. They decided to take care of Jack first.

Good choice.

They ran to my side in an instant and began checking his pulse. One of the nurses yelled, "I can't find a pulse!"

"What?!" I shouted. How was there no pulse? He just passed out, right?

Suddenly, another doctor ran in with a defibrillator. I was roughly pushed out of the way and towards Emma's bed. I landed on my ass and bumped my head on the end of said hospital bed. I heard her scramble over and peered over the edge, looking concerned.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I reassured impatiently. Why was she not worried about Jack, who wasn't even breathing?

I stood myself up quickly, just in time to see the doctor press the defibrillator to Jack's chest.

"CLEAR!" the doctor shouted, and I watched as my best friend's body jolted violently.

"No response," the doctor mumbled, and rubbed the defibrillator together and pressed them to Jack's chest once again. "CLEAR!" he shouted a second time, and it felt like my own chest was being electrocuted. In fact, it felt as if my chest was tightening in on itself. I couldn't breathe, and my vision was blurring. The next shout of "CLEAR!" seemed to come from very far away, though I could still see the jolt of Jack's body merely feet from me.

No, I thought, not now, they have enough to worry about with Emma and Jack.

But it was too late. My panic attack was in full swing. I stumbled back until I made contact with Emma's hospital bed again, then slid down it, only now realizing the tears falling thick and fast down my face. My butt hit the ground, and I pulled my knees to my chest. The room was oddly quiet now, and dimming. I saw Emma look at me with concern once again. I saw her lips moving, but I didn't hear what she was trying to say. One of the nurses seemed to notice me then. She came over to me.

"No, no, what about Jack, he..." but then the world went black.

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"Yes, it seems he had just had a panic attack, and according to his records, he has them quite often. Are you aware of this, Mrs. Gaskarth?"

"Yes," I heard another voice reply. "Yes, we are very aware of his so-called panic attacks."

"You do know there is medication to reduce the chance of these, don't you?" the first voice asked.

"Yes, I know, but I am not about to have my son be some drugged out zombie!"

When it was finally quiet, I decided it was safe to open my eyes. "Mom?" I mumbled, sitting up. I looked around to see I was in a hospital bed. I saw my mom to my right, looking pretty pissed off.

"Great," I huffed, falling back on my pillows.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time, Alexander?" my mother asked me.

"Nothing, Mom," I responded. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation.

"Nothing? You're in the hospital, Alexander. I highly doubt this was nothing."

"Mom! I can't exactly help it when I get panic attacks! It's not like I choose to stop breathing!"

"Yes you can, Alexander! We both know these 'panic attacks' are just your way of getting attention!"

"Attention? Why would I need attention? I get enough negative shit from you mom, it's not like I need any more of it, can't you just-" I felt a sudden sting in my cheek. My mother was standing above me, fuming. I glared at her.

"You will not treat me with such disrespect, Alexander William Gaskarth!" she shouted.

"Well maybe you should realize that not everyone is fucking perfect, like you want them to-" Another slap. I felt one of her rings slice my cheek.

"Come home when your ready to show a bit more respect," my beloved mother said in my face, then turned and strutted out of the room, passing a shocked doctor. I brought my hand to my cheek and winced slightly. When I brought it away, my hand was bloody. I sighed.

"Uh, Mr. Gaskarth?" The doctor was standing at the foot of my bed. I turned to glare at him.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"I just thought you might want to know how Mr. Barakat was doing. I was under the impression you two were close..?"

I sat up straight in my bed.

"Yeah, yeah, how is he?" I asked quickly. The doctor looked uneasy.

"Are you familiar with anorexia nervosa?"

Notes

I'm so sorry I uploaded late! /.\

I tried to make it a bit longer to make up for the lateness. :)

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