Matt noticed the smile on her face when she mentioned her son’s name, but for some reason that smile quickly disappeared and all of a sudden she began to look tired. No, not tired…dizzy. For a few seconds he thought he was just reading too far into things - it was late, he’d shown up unannounced and she was probably wanting to go to bed soon. But then he realized she was struggling to keep herself up. He watched with wide eyes as her knees gave way beneath her and she tumbled to the mattress. She was lucky it had been there to catch her fall because he never could have moved fast enough to catch her. He didn’t even see it coming. She seemed just fine a moment ago. Panic constricted his chest when she began to sob and he rushed over to the bedside, wondering whether she was having some sort of epileptic seizure. She wasn’t shaking, but she looked like she was in pain. Did she have an illness? What was he supposed to do now? Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from falling back.
He could vaguely make out her apologies in between her sobs, she had clearly been caught off guard as well. Shit, she must have some kind of disability. “Shh, it’s okay”, he tried to calm her down, rubbing her back with a flat palm. “Just tell me what you need. Should I call an ambulance?” Unaware that the problem was a mental one rather than a physical issue, his first thought was to contact the nearest hospital and get her admitted. But maybe she had medication at home. Maybe this wasn’t the first time this happened and she just needed to take some prescribed meds to help quell her symptoms. He watched her through concerned eyes as she began rambling, seemingly talking to herself or someone else entirely. He didn’t know what she was talking about, he couldn’t hear the voices she was hearing but he remembered a past girlfriend of his going through a similar episode.
What if she was schizophrenic? She might be hearing voices right now, telling her all sorts of afwul shit about herself. Unwilling to sit by and watch her wallow in pain, he grabbed her chin and lifted it a bit, forcing her to look up at him. “Listen to me”, he spoke sternly. “Listen to my voice, okay? You need to tell me if you have any meds you can take. Tell me where to find them and I’ll go get them for you. Do you understand?” He wasn’t sure if she could even hear him at the moment, she was clearly hearing some other sounds in her head but he had to at least try to get through to her. That was all he knew how to do. All of a sudden it was as though he’d been thrown back into his younger years, trying his best to calm down his shrieking girlfriend who’d displayed similar symptoms while they were dating.
“It’s gonna be okay”, he assured her, letting go of her chin but keeping his arm firmly wrapped around her in fear she would fall down if he released her. It was damn lucky he was here, or she might have fallen and hit the ground, knocking herself out cold. Where the hell was her son? Wasn’t anybody taking care of this woman? The pieces started slowly falling together. The absent son, the lack of people in her house, her willingness to invite in a stranger… She had nobody to help her. He couldn’t imagine she was able to live a normal life like this.
Laura had no intention on acting like this when he arrived, let alone in general. She was alone- she needed care but she wasn't exactly wanting the care that she could have used. It was her, the same girl from his past- pregnant with his child. He didn't know- how could he? He had a life of his own, and when he had found out she was expecting Laura hadn't exactly been in the best position. It was a big surprise that he held her. Holding her and calming her down was the best thing anybody could do. But her meds were the last thing on her own mind with the voices scattering through. Laura couldn't even focus on her breathing, more close to passing out that's for sure but she was hyperventilating. When he mentioned the hospital immediately she shook her head. "N-no, not there..." Her words were towards him about the hospital, but it could've just been another voice she was speaking to. It was all confusing. Latching onto him with her arms- it helped a lot. It made her feel young again. The past may have been in the past, but Laura still remembered back then.
It was vivid to her. The day they broke up was the same day Laura had found out she was expecting; the only person she could tell was him. Laura had no clue what to do, but she certainly knew she was going to keep it. Seventeen or not, she was going to have a baby after a year or so of dating Matthew. He had helped her so much over the time they spent together, and of course she wasn't expecting this at all. Voices had gotten stronger, telling her not to go out with him because of his reputation with girls but it didn't bother her until they got too loud. That's when the full blow panic attacks began happening. Before he could even speak, Laura had been looking pale and was in pain. The same thing as now, she wasn't talking to herself. She had fallen to the floor, holding onto her temples as well as raking her hands in the hair that she could reach. Laura didn't know what was going on, her mother had told her she was too young to know. It wasn't normal.
When Laura had found out, this is what happened to her. The doctor said "It'll all go away by taking these..." and that was her medications. Not like it helped much, just the calming down part, not the screaming or the voices, just her bony body. Almost twenty years later and she was still with these terrible voices but of course she's change just as much as anybody- she's just lost more. Her parents are gone, and as well as her ex-wife but you couldn't blame her for hearing those voices, they never leave.
Now with her son, more than likely Matt's away, she had nobody. So here Laura was, in his harms for the first time in years- having one of these attacks. Mumbling out while uncovering her face, Laura stuttered, now she was shaking. "T-They're in my bathroom mirror cabinet..." It wasn't that hard to find her room, but did he really have to go in there? Her room out of the entire house was not immaculate.
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