Groggily blinking, I was greeted by artificial light that seemed to burn into my eyes. Trying to turn over, I realise there are tubes connected from the poles either side of me onto my a plastic mask draped over the lower half of my face. Where am I? I try to call out, to anyone, but nothing seems to escape my throat. Suddenly, a nurse walks in, placing a glass of water onto the table beside me. She smiles at me and gestures for me to sit up so she can remove the oxygen mask. With great difficulty I sit up, feeling my bones crunch as I do. Why does everything hurts so much? I take a look at my surroundings and figure out that I am at a hospital. Everything hits me like a ton of bricks. Me bumping into that boy at the library, the full-blown panic attack I had at school, the memories. 

Unable to breathe again I find myself coughing, tears making it's way down my face once more. 

"Shush, it's okay Camry, everything is fine." The nurse comforts, handing me the glass of water once I have regained my breath. 

"Why?... What?" I struggle to answer, gulping down the water greedily. 

"It's okay Camry, what you just experienced was a panic attack. From your medical records it seems like you haven't had one of those for a while now...everything okay at home?" She asks softly.

"Yeah, sorry...I just...lost it today." I apologise wiping the trail of water that left my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"In any case, the doctor has prescribed you some anti-depressants and some anxiety pills, just read the prescription of the pills and use them when required. The directions are on the back of the packet...you can stay here for longer if you want," She tells me, a smile appearing on her face. 

"No, it's okay, I'll just get the pills and leave...my dad must be worried sick." I said the word dad with spite. I could bet you he wouldn't even care if I died. 

"Are you sure? In any case, come back here when you feel the slightest bit anxious today. The pills are to be used from tomorrow onwards." 

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks anyways," 

"No problem sweetie, just leave whenever you want to."

I am a regular visiter to this hospital; ever since the car crash I have been dealing with a range of issues, from getting stitches to having panic attacks and depression, most of the nurses know me even if I don't know them, so they usually leave me alone, allowing me to do what feels comfortable. Shakily standing up, I grab my blue jumper which was draped across the foot of the bed and make my way out of this sickening place. Craning my head I walk towards the exit of the hospital only to make eye contact with the boy from before. 

What is happening to me?! Why do I keep seeing him!?

"Oh hi, uh...nice to see you here..I wouldn't call it nice it's a hospital, but, oh f*ck. Hi." He tries to greet but it fades out by the middle of his sentence. 

"Hi," I greet, laughing at his attempt to start a conversation. 

"So, what's your name? I think I should know, I've been seeing you around a lot lately,"

"My name is Camry, what's your's?"

"Like the car? I'm Skylar," He asks introducing himself as well. 

"Yes, like the car-" But before I can continue I find myself staring at a sticky note shoved into the pocket of his jeans, with my handwriting scrawled all over it. 

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks curiously, his beautiful eyes staring at me intently.

"Yeah...hey, got to go...see you sometime later!"I bid and quickly walk out of the hospital.

He was the boy from the car crash.

He was also the therapist hater.

I would never let him know I am the girl who hates love.

Or the girl who was in the other car.

After all, just like everyone else he'd hate me too. 

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