Amygdala


"ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖?"  

-𝕜.𝕨


  ⇝ 


 Mason




"What the fuck?"

I bolted upright, only to be held down by an arm. Who the hell was yelling? And who the hell had their arm around me? Last night's events quickly rushed to me, making me realize it was in fact, Miles' arm that was wrapped around me. However, when I looked at him, he was still fast asleep. So again, I ask, who the hell is yelling? And what time was it? I peeked my head up just enough to look over Miles' bare shoulder only to find a very annoyed and pissed off looking Alex standing in the doorway. Okay, not really how I wanted to start off my day.

I shrunk back down behind Miles' shoulder and away from his view. "Miles," I whispered as quietly as I could possibly manage with the hope that he would still be able to hear me and wake up but I got nothing. "Miles." this time, I poked his face causing him to twitch slightly. "Miles, get the hell up," I said a little louder this time, flicking his forehead. He jumped up, his hand quickly leaving my waist to attend to his now sore forehead

"What the hell was that for Mase?" I groaned.

"Alex."

"No, it's Miles."

"No you dickwad. Alex is at your door."

"Just ignore him. He'll go away." He mumbled, wrapping his arm back around my waist and snuggling his face into the crook of my neck.

"No, he won't." Alex snapped causing Miles to jump back.

'Oh shit. Dude. What's up?" he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position leaning against the headboard as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. 

"What's up?" Alex practically seethed. "What's up? You want to tell me why the fuck is the orphan in your bed?" He was all but yelling at this point. A little dramatic if you ask me. And why was he so upset that I'm in Miles' bed?

"I have a name." I interrupted.

"Shut up." He snarled.

I opened my mouth to reply but Miles beat me to you. "Dude, chill. What the fucks your problem? She didn't do shit to you."

"Why. Is. She. In your bed?" he ground out, his jaw taut and teeth clenched.

"Uh, we fell asleep." He stated, sounding confused as to why his brother was so angry.

"Bullshit."

"Even if it was, who the hell cares? Why are you even in here?" Mason sighed.

"Dad said we couldn't fuck her." He said ignoring Miles' question altogether.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"I didn't fuck her."

Was I not here or something? 

"Quit fucking lying. She's in your bed."

"Again, why do you care? Even if we had sex, we didn't but so what if we had. It's none of your business. So stop throwing a little bitch fit and tell me why you're here or get out."

Alex sucked his teeth, his eye flicking between the two of us. "You're going to be late."

"Late?"

"For school, you dumb ass."

"Oh shit!" we both said simultaneously. Getting out of the bed far too quickly for someone who had just woken up, not to mention my lack of coordination, caused my food to get caught in the duvet, which in turn made me fall head first towards the floor. My head bounced off his nightstand before I landed directly on my face. "Fuck," Miles muttered as I grunted slowly pushing myself onto my back. "You okay Mase?" I opened my eyes seeing Miles' head pop over the side of the bed. "White lace thong, nice." He nodded, smirking. I glared at him, pulling my shirt down. "Oh, your lip is bleeding and your forehead."

"What?" I sat up quickly, grabbing my head as the haste motion caused my vision to blur. 

"You split your lip and your forehead has a small cut." I reached up, wincing as my finger touched my newly split lip. "Come on, I'll clean it up." He climbed off the bed and reached out to help me up. I grabbed his hand, wobbling slightly. "You hit your head pretty hard."

I reached up grabbing my head. "I'm good."

"Mase."

"Really Miles, I'm fine. I'm gonna go get dressed and clean this up. I'll meet you downstairs. Yeah?"

"Are you sure your okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. See you in a sec." I nodded, walking around the bed whilst avoiding any eye contact with Alex. I managed to make it out of the room without wobbling despite how dizzy I actually felt. I pulled on a pair of black leggings along with a black hoodie and my jean jacket over top. I almost fell over multiple times while attempting to pull my checkered Vans on. I nearly forgot my phone, almost dropping it as I shoved it into the pocket of my jacket. I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun atop my head while walking into the hallway, teetering a bit. 

I took a moment at the top of the stairs, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath willing the slight dizziness to go away. I sighed, opening my eyes only to feel slightly better. I slowly made my way down the stairs gripping the banister tightly, finding Miles and Alex standing by the door, seemingly in a heated argument. I stumbled slightly off the bottom step causing them to look to me, though thankfully, they didn't see my little mishap.

"Everything okay?" I asked hoping to divert their attention from me. 

"Yeah but you still have some blood on your lip." I quickly brought my hand up wiping it away. They both stayed silent, staring at me. After a moment, I started feeling a bit awkward.

"Uh, can we go now?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Come on." Miles nodded, opening the door and heading outside.

Alex stood there, so I decided to walk past him. I didn't get far, however, before he grabbed my arm. I looked up at him, sucking in a breath as I realized just how close we were. "Uh, Alex?"

"My car," he muttered, blinking.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"You said you'd help with my car. I got the part last night."

"Oh, yeah. I completely forgot. Are you going to be home when we get out of school?" He nodded, not saying anything. "I can, uh, I can fix it then if that's good with you."

"K." he muttered, letting go of my arm and walking outside. Okay then. I furrowed my eyebrows following him out. The drive was silent the entire time, aside from Miles asking me if I was okay five times. I wasn't sure why he was so worried. I was fine. A wave of nausea hit me suddenly, making me close my eyes. Okay, I'm kind of fine. I chose to sit in the back, feeling bad for previously making Alex sit squished in the backseat of Mile's Dodge Challenger. Though I have to say it was far more spacious back here then I would've thought. Then again, I was five foot, three so that could also explain the added space.

I opened my eyes just as Miles pulled into his usual parking spot outside the school. Alex got out, folding the seat down so that I could climb out. I nearly fell on my face, yet again when trying to climb out. I'm assuming I would have, had Alex not caught me.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up, shocked that he seemed actually concerned. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thank you." I muttered, standing upright though, his hands had yet to leave my waist. Glancing down, my stomach fluttered at the sight of his large, tattooed hands gripping either side of my body tightly. What the hell? His pulled them away abruptly as Miles rounded the car.

"Don't crash my car. Don't get it dirty and no fucking in it." Miles said, tossing his keys to Alex.

"No promises about the fucking," Alex smirked causing me to cringe while Miles stared blankly at him clearly unamused.

"Just, if you do, wash my fucking seats. Okay?" He sighed, defeated. 

"Sure thing."

"And get an air freshener. I don't want it smelling like your dick." Alex laughed loudly at his words while climbing into the driver's seat. "I'm serious Alex, don't fuck my car up and don't get any of your nasty man juice on my seats."

Rolling down the window, Alex grinned. "They're leather anyway." Just as Miles opened his mouth to reply, Alex pulled out of the car park, going far faster than was allowed in a school zone.

"I swear, if there's any jizz of my seats, he's dead," Miles grumbled, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

"He wouldn't actually have sex in your car would he?"

"He's had sex in his so I don't see why mine would be any different. Alex isn't one to care where he's having sex just so long as he's getting it."

"Oh." I grimaced.

"It's whatever. You sure you're okay from earlier? You hit your head pretty hard and your lip is still swollen and your cheek is a little too, the cut on your forehead somehow looks worse than it did earlier."

"Miles." I chuckled. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, but if you start feeling weird, lemme know. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, as we fell into step.

I did my best to pay attention in class but honestly, my head felt fuzzy. I managed to make it to the cafeteria unscathed despite the continuous state of dizziness I had felt since this morning. It'd come and go, some spouts being worse than others. I winced, stepping into the loud room, the lights were practically blinding not to mention the noise level was causing my already aching head to pound violently. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I made my way straight to the table, not feeling all that hungry. Sliding onto to bench, I laid my head down immediately, closing my eyes, relishing in the minimum relief it offered.

"What's wrong with her?" Milo asked. Or maybe it was Sutton, possibly Kai. No, Nico. Yeah, I think it was him. I couldn't really tell, to be honest, my mind felt foggy.

"Mase?" That was defiantly Miles.

"M'good. Juss tired." I mumbled, raising my hand slightly. I remained with my head on the table for the rest of lunch, while the boys discussed how Sutton, Miles, and Nico along with Greyson and Connor would be leaving right after lunch for some football thing and how Kai was just going to get a ride home with us after school. The bell rang causing me to jump slightly. I groaned, standing up as the pain in my head increased.

My head continued to throb as I followed Miles out of the cafeteria. I wobbled, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to keep myself from completely falling over. "Woah, Mase. What's wrong?" he asked, turning around and grabbing my forearm to steady me.

I close my eyes willing the dizzy spell to go away, yet this one felt so much worse than earlier. "Just," I had to pause to keep myself from spewing my guts. "Give me a," Do not throw up in the middle of the hallway Mason. "A second please."

"Mason, what the hell?" Is all I heard before everything suddenly went black.


✘ 


I grimaced, hearing voices argue back and forth, my eyes still closed.

"What do you mean she just passed out?" Alex asked, irritation clear in his voice.

"Exactly what I said." That was definitely Miles.

"Why the fuck weren't you paying better attention?"

"I was." Miles snapped. "I asked her constantly if she was okay. She said she was so I assumed she was."

"Obviously fucking not." Alex ground out.

"Why are you so pissed off anyway? Why were you pissed off this morning too? Do you li,"

I groaned as the pounding returned to my head, though thankfully, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been earlier. "Mase?" Miles spoke softly, I blinked, wincing as the bright white lights practically burned my corneas.

"Yeah?" I cleared my throat, hating how hoarse my voice sounded. I glanced over, finding him right beside me, his fingers lacing with mine.

"You scared the shit out of me." He chuckled, though his eyes contained a heavy amount of concern.

"M'sorry. What happened?"

"You have a concussion from hitting your head this morning which in turn, caused you to pass out in the middle of the hallway nearly giving me a damn heart attack.

"Oh." Suddenly, his arms were around me and were holding to me for dear life. After struggling for a second to get my arms out from under his body, I wrapped them back around him, hugging back.

"Seriously Mase, I think I shit myself a little." He smiled, pulling away but staying at arm's length, causing me to laugh lightly.

"You shit yourself when you're scared?" Alex, who had been silent the entire time finally spoke up, sounding disgusted.

"Hey," Miles said defensively. "I can't help the fear caused my amygdala to activate causing me to go in to fight or flight which in turn triggers release of stress hormones and sympathetic nervous system which then leads to bodily changes to prepare me more efficiently for danger, making my brain become hyper-alert, causing my pupils to dilate as well as my bronchi and my breathing to accelerate. It also caused my heart rate and blood pressure to rise as well as my blood flow and stream of glucose of the skeletal muscles to increase. Thus making organs that are not vital in survival such as my gastrointestinal system to slow down, i.e, making one poop themselves."

I stared at him in shock, barely understanding what the hell just came out of his mouth. "So you actually did shit yourself?" Alex broke the silence.

"No. I don't know. Maybe, a little. It's not important. What is important is that Masons okay. Which thankfully, she is." He urged, patting my shoulder gently.

"I can't believe you shit yourself because some chick passed out."

"In my defense, she's not just some chick."

"Still, you shit yourself, dude. That's gross." Alex shook his head, grimacing in disgust.

"I said it was only a little. You would too. Can we just stop talking about this?" Miles sighed, his face a deep crimson.

"I'm telling Mom and Dad," Alex said after a minute. "And everyone else."

"What? No. What the hell? Don't say anything to anyone."

"Eh, I don't think I can do that."

"Alex I swear to God if you say,"

"Ah, Ms, Miller, you're awake." A man, I assuming to be the doctor walked into the room causing the two arguing brothers to immediately shut up.

"Uh, yeah. Hi."

"Hello. I'm Doctor Branson. It seems you have a concussion which happened earlier this morning from what," he paused looking to Miles who stood beside me.

"Miles," Miles spoke up.

"Yes, From was Mile's has told me that you tripped and fell?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well it doesn't appear to be anything serious but I am going to ask you to relax for the rest of the day and probably stay home from school tomorrow just to make sure your body can properly recuperate and then after that, you should be good as new. Though if you have repeated vomiting, a loss of consciousness that last longer than thirty seconds, any changes in your behavior such as irritability or you're stumbling or having a hard time with your coordination, any difficulty recognizing people or places, and slurred speech or a headache that increasingly gets worse over time, I want you to come back in. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Or if Miles shits himself again," Alex muttered, laughing causing Dr. Branson to look up, confused.

"Can you please tell him that it's a normal reaction for someone to have an uncontrolled bowel movement when they're very scared." Miles pleaded.

Dr. Branson looked between the two, seeming to not know exactly what to say. "Uh, yes. That's true but I would say it's usually only the case in extreme situations."

"Well, how was I to know this wasn't an extreme situation?" Miles said exasperated, "The girl passed out in my arms. For all I know, she could've just dropped dead in front of me and then I would've been holding a dead girl. A dead British girl that just died in front of me. Besides, like I said. It was only a little. A shart if you will." He offered as if that was any better. I did my best to keep my laughter at bay as the doctor's nose scrunched slightly. "Yes well, I best be going. I'll go file your discharge paperwork and a nurse should be in here to go over it all with you and let you know when you can go as soon as it's finished." He muttered practically running out the room causing both Alex and I to burst out laughing while Miles crossed his arms over his chest, slumping down in his chair and pouting. 



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