Whatever is going on with this girl, it’s bad enough to send her spiraling into a panic attack, and I’ve got a really bad fucking feeling about the trouble she’s got herself into. There are too many old, familiar sensations buzzing through my veins right now. Memories of fluorescent lighting and the smell of disinfectant. Shoes squeaking along hospital corridors and the beep of machinery at all hours of day and night. Wanting to crawl out of my own skin all because of a stupid fucking mistake I’d made at seventeen years old when I thought nothing could ever touch me. How wrong I was nine
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