We got to the hospital, by this point, Josh was sat down on the bed with me clinging to him tightly; small sobs escaping my lips. The medic opened the door, looking at us with a weird look. 

I hated it.

"Excuse you. You're suppose to be in the bed. I'll strap you back in." She commented with a snarl.

I let out a louder sob as my anxiety rose back to the sky, my arms shaking. Josh tapped my back, mumbling a soft 'up' as he rubbed my back. I sat up, watching him get out of the medic vehicle. He motioned for the medic to follow him a bit back; still hearing them slightly.

"He has anxiety." Josh mumbled, looking at the woman, trying to get her to listen.

"It doesn't matter, sir. He could hurt someone." 

"He's only hurt himself, and it hurts me, even though I dont know him. He shouldn't have to go through this-" He paused, looking at her.

"-Especially with your shit! He doesn't need to be strapped down because he fucking refused to come with you! He's weak!"  his voice strained