"Tyler, you have to go with them." Josh spoke softly as I cried into his shoulder; the medics trying to rip me away.

"I-i don't want to!" I yelled, breaking down into more tears as the grabbed me, dragging me back to the ambulance.

He frowned from the distance, tears dwelling in his eyes.

I was sort of confused as to why there was tears; but I never questioned it.

They put me in the back and strapped me down to the bed, making me struggle. My anxiety got worse as the put one strap over my chest. I started crying more; my chest hurting from breathing. The back doors opened quickly, the man with the yellow hair rushing over quickly, grabbing my hand.

"Hey- hey-hey.. shh-shhh.. You're okay."