Josh and the doctor immediately leapt to help Kelly, who was backed into a corner by her son. Josh gripped onto Blurryface's scrawny arms roughly, earning a growl. They began struggling against each other's arms, but Josh kept the taser away from himself by holding his wrists firmly. While they were fighting over the taser, Dr. Similia was trying to convince Kelly to leave the room with him, but she refused to go, frozen in fear. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She weakly called out. "Stop it!" But it was ignored.
"Joshy, I thought you caaared about me? Let go, you're hurting my wrists…" His voice lowered at the end, sounding a lot like Tyler's usual tone. His eyes were wide and afraid, lip quivering. Josh let go almost instantly. He didn't know why he did it so easily. Maybe because the sight of Tyler looking so pained hurt his heart and made his stomach churn. As soon as he did so, he felt intense pain right in his neck, but he couldn't move other than his body spasming uncontrollably. Once his ability to process the situation was back, he realized he'd been tased by Blurryface. He fell onto the ground just as fast as that realization came. Josh was unable to move, just lying on the floor.
Tyler switched back to himself with a loud intake of breath. The clank of the taser falling from his relaxed hand to the floor startled him. He was being stared at by Dr. Similia and his mother. Their expressions were full of fear and concern. Tyler swallowed whatever lump had been building up in his throat and looked down at a quite possibly unconscious Josh. His legs acted before his mind; he ran. He bursted out the door of the office and took off down the hall, ignoring whatever they were screaming at him. It was all tuned out. He briefly considered simply retreating to his room. After all, he didn't know the layout of the mental hospital too well. However, his anxiety (And the voice in his head) was convincing him to do otherwise. He bumped into several wandering patients that were trying to get to a different place, but one of them grabbed the fabric of his jumpsuit and pulled him close.
The patient stared at him with wide dark chocolate eyes and ran a hand over his matching hair in a seemingly nervous way. "Have you seen my friend Dallon?! I can't find him." His voice was shaky but firm. Tyler desperately yanked out of his grasp, but the patient only yelled after him. "You didn't shut the goddamn door!"
Tyler tripped over things he didn't bother looking at. He needed to get away. Not even the loud blaring alarm stopped him. Nurses were being alerted to catch him, he knew. Just as that thought crossed his mind, a male nurse attempted to tackle him. He slipped out of reach and looked behind him, tears streaming down his face. When had he started crying? As he was turned back, another nurse managed to pin him on the ground. And that's when he began screaming. His yells were easily heard over the alarms and commotion. They were loud and broken. Crumbly, even.
He was dragged away, kicking his lanky legs, hollering and struggling with all he could muster. It didn't die down even when he was placed in his room. He was crying and pulling at his hair and just overall having a tantrum. He couldn't even recall why he was so upset. All he knew was that his voice was raw from screaming and there wasn't enough air getting into his lungs and his heart was beating way too fast and his limbs were numb and-
"He's having a panic attack! Stump, get a sedative!"
-His world was spinning and he was hurt and exhausted and wishing it would just go away. He hadn't heard the door swing open, and he hadn't felt the needle jammed into his neck with precision, and he certainly didn't notice when his fears and pain faded away along with his consciousness.
"T-Ty, honey, are you awake?"
His head was throbbing harshly with a migraine. He groaned and felt confused for several seconds. His mom was waking him up for school. That thought lingered until he opened his eyes. He was immediately deflated upon realizing he was still in the hospital. They must have taken advantage of his unconscious state, since the black paint was washed off his arms and he arguably felt cleaner. He wouldn't blame them. He always did put up a fight when it came to taking a bath, but that was only because they wouldn't allow him to bathe himself. His eyes then widened as he realized that his arms weren't covered anymore. Scars that he wanted to forget about were on display. He let out a slow breath and remembered he'd heard his mother's voice. His gaze flickered up and he immediately looked down once again. "I'm sorry, mom…" He hummed, curling himself up.
Kelly stuck a hand through the bars and patted him on the head. He winced, but it wasn't too bad, so he eased into the touch. After all, it was his mother. "The nice doctors took some time to get me to understand what's going on with you, sweetie." She told him in a light tone. Tyler sighed in response.
"Okay…" He whispered, closing his eyes. He felt almost peaceful now, having some form of comfort. His mind jumped back to what had happened previously and his eyes shot open again. "Where's Josh?" Kelly chewed on her lip.
"He went home for today. He'll be back, I'm sure." She reassured. Tyler decided that he'd make sure to apologize to him. After that thought, he realized how long it had been since they held a conversation. Maybe Josh wouldn't want to talk to him after all of this. He frowned at the thought of it. He'd seemed like the kindest nurse. Like the kindest person. Kelly noticed his absence and sighed loud enough to get his attention again. "I want to ask you something, but please don't get upset, okay?" Tyler gave a slow nod to urge her to continue. "Was Zack really doing drugs? He told your father and I that you were." He shook his head forcefully.
"It was him. He made my life hell." He explained with a gruff exhale. "I wouldn't lie. You know that." Kelly pulled her hand away from Tyler and stood up.
"We'll need to talk then. I'm so sorry, Ty." She cooed. "I'll come back another time, okay? And-and I'll call..." She promised with a pained expression before starting to walk out.
"Don't say that, it's our mom." Tyler whispered softly to himself. "That's really mean. I'd never say that." Kelly brought a hand to her mouth upon hearing him. She walked more swiftly and got out of there quickly. It hurt her to see her son like that.
