The sound of beeping was prominent as I woke, the sounds of people were too. Pain throbbed in my temples causing me to moan in pain. The rushing of footsteps around me. "Stiles, can you open you're eyes for me?" It was Melissa.
I nodded wincing when I felt another jolt of pain. Slowly opening my eyes, I squinted due to the pain. Melissa stood next to me checking my vitals as Dad was probably still at work. "What time is it? I really would like to head home." I mumbled, still groggy and not completely aware of my surroundings.
She smiled at me motherly, which made me ache for my own. "It's seven, you've been out for about three hours. You look like you're in pain, I'll go get some meds for you to take." I nodded, becoming more alert to my surroundings.
I was in the hospital, probably due to the panic attack and Dr. Gerdy and Dad had both said if I had another one like this again, they'd have to medicate me. Great! Laying back, further into my pillows I waited for Melissa to come back with the pain meds. As she did, Dad walked in with her.
"Stiles, you scared me shitless son, don't do that to me again, I can't only have so many heart attacks from worrying about you." he chuckled, squeezing my hand to give me comfort of some kind. We talked some more, just until I felt the pain killers starting to do their magic, making me sleepy again. Trying to fight them, I eventually failed, I was too tired. The problems with insomnia.