<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This whole situation was crazy. When the hell had she gotten off the bed? When had she made it over here? Why had that crazy woman's hair been in her hand? She didn't know and some little voice in her head told her calm down. But how could she? She couldn't do it. Her eyes kept blinking, vision changing from one point to another, taking too much in all at once. Her brain was getting overloaded from the stimulus and the orderly screaming in her face made her throat close up tighter. She couldn't breathe! She was choking! <em>Take a breath, sweet heart. You're killing us.</em> Malik. But she couldn't pay attention to that. Malik was dead. She just wished it was him. She was crazy and she knew it, but this - this situation was fucking insane! And then the orderly was gone and one of the doctors was standing before her and telling her to calm down and forget about the situation for a moment. For them to go into her room. But there was blood all over the floor. So much blood! Like the accident- the accident!<br/><br/>"Can't....b-breathe..."<br/><br/>She could barely get the words out, her already pale skin looking pasty as she started hyperventilating. Her body was shaking but numb. Her lungs were aching and her throat was closing up. She felt like she was going to pass out at this rate and she tried to calm down and just focus on the doctor, but her vision swam a moment until she blinked it clear. Why was she here? Why had her parents left her here?! Her body was sluggish in movement as she clutched at the fabric of the doctor's shirt and felt her vision dim a moment before she took a deep breath and whispered in a soft voice.<br/><br/>"Help...can't.."<br/><br/>The shaking in her body grew stronger as she clutched at him, barely able to keep a grip as she started trying to take in gulps of air. Her body was kicking in its survival instinct and forcing her to breathe in deeper. But all she could smell was blood and - was that piss? Oh god, the smells were filling her nose and overloading her senses. She was gonna crash if she didn't get the fuck out of here. But she could barely move. She felt so helpless. She hated feeling helpless. Tears pooled in her eyes, making them glassy as she tried to get the doctor to help her move away from the madness. She felt so weak. She hated feeling weak. She was not weak, damnit! But here she was, clinging to one of the doctor's because her body wasn't functioning properly. Maybe she needed more help than she thought.</span>