Uhh... my head hurts so badly. It feels like someone took a hammer to it. I groan as I try to open my eyes but the room is too bright. "Oh my goddess! He's awake!" I hear Brenda yelling, I try again to open my eyes but they feel so heavy. "Sean buddy? Can you hear me?" I try to respond but can only manage a groan. Someone gasps and squeezes my hand very tightly. At that moment I know its Brenda. "Oh bud, I'm happy you're okay." He sounds relieved but I can hear the worry in his voice. Finally after a couple more tries I'm able to open my eyes just a little to make out that I'm at dads clinic. Seeing both of them, Brenda with fresh tears running down her face and dad hovering over me with clear concern and worry on his face. "Wha--" It felt like I swallowed sand by how dry and scratchy my throat felt. Dad turned to the table behind and grabbed a cup with a straw, Turning back towards me he held the straw to my lips. "Slow small sipd first." After the first few sips my throat felt a bit better, so I tried to voice my question again. "What happened?" There was a very pregnant pause as they shared a look then turned to face me. 

 "Well hun you had an anxiety attack and fainted. You hit your head on the railing on your way down. We heard it from inside the house. Jasmine was very shaken up because you hit your head so hard that you were bleeding pretty badly. You have been out for a couple days now, you had a bad concussion and some swelling." Brenda was the one to answer me first. Letting all that information set in, I turn to look at dad. "Where is she?" He looked puzzled before he answered, "Jas- '' Shaking my head to the point of pain I continued. "Not Jasmine. Where is Stephanie? Where is mom?" I shouldn't have asked but I felt the need to know. He sighed, "She went back to her hotel. I didn't think you wanted her here." Shaking my head, that wasn't it. "I don't want her here, I'm just wondering why she is here in the first place." 

No one said anything. It was like they themselves didn't know what she was there for. Lucky for them Jasmine chose that moment to stick her head in the room.  She caught my eyes and came rushing into the room. "Oh my! You're awake." She already had tears streaming down her face. "You scared the everloving wolf out of me. How are you feeling?" I give her a weak smile, "I'm okay now just a bit of a headache." I tried to sound as reassuring as possible, but she still clung to me. She was crying and holding on to my free hand like a lifeline. I can't blame her though, if our roles were switched I think I would've been acting the same way. Seeing your bestfriend in the midst of an anxiety attack and then passing out, yeah I would've probably been worse.

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