Another day at school, another timed times table test. Jay was taking the 8 table test again. So was Gravis, so that was good. A few other people were taking their 8 test, like Cole.

Mr. Garmadon handed out all the tests again. Jay felt himself get anxious. He had no reason to be anxious. He knew the multiplication. It was just a matter of writing the answers down fast enough.

"You may begin your tests… now."

Jay starting writing down his answers as fast as he could. No time to sit and think. Jay knows the answers. He just needs to trust himself.

"30 seconds left."

Jay didn't trust himself. His fingers were doing the weird twisting thing again and he could feel a cough building up in the back of hi throat. His eyes were stinging and watering. All he wanted to do was blink and never stop. Jay forced his eyes to stay open. The pain and uncomfortableness grew. One question left, one question and he would be done.

Jay wrote the last number as Mr. Garmadon told everybody to put their pencils down. Inside, Jay felt a huge relief. He had finally finished the 8 test. All that was left were some easy numbers. Outside, Jay was blinking and coughing. His fingers were twisting themselves around each other again and Jay felt that his toes were doing the same thing. All his classmates were talking with one another and the voices pierced Jay's eardrums. Why wouldn't people just be quiet? Why did everybody have to make so much noise?

"Jay," Mr. Garmadon whispered, "Why don't you step outside and get some water?"

Jay nodded in agreement and left the classroom. The hallway was so quiet. It was relief to Jay's ears. The water also helped the itchy feeling in the back of his throat, however that didn't stop the coughing. All it did was get the top of his shirt wet. Aggravated, but coughing and blinking and finger-twisting a little less, Jay went back to class.

The rest of the school day was relatively normal. Jay noticed that the blinking and coughing never went away, but the finger twitching did stop from time to he also felt numb to everything going on. He didn't really want to participate in anything. It helped that today was a D.E.A.R day. Drop Everything And Read. This meant that all his classmates had to be quiet and read their books. They also were able to take AR tests on the computer during this time.

Jay was able to take a few AR tests (which he passed) and was able to read a chapter book. He felt slightly at peace during this time. If Jay was paying attention, he would have noticed that his weird behaviors had stopped. That was what contributed to the peaceful feeling Jay had.

Since it was also Tuesday, Jay's friends got to leave class and go to the trailer next to the playground while he was stuck in learning writing and grammar. Rather than feel his usual annoyance at this fact, Jay really didn't care. The only thing sparked any real emotion that Jay felt had happened was that Mr. Garmadon had told him that he had passed his timed times table test.*

Jay was back at the "doctor's office" again. This time, both his parents had come with him. They were back talking with Dr. Still-Don't-Know-His-Name while Jay sat in the waiting room surrounded by a few other patients and the receptionist. Jay forgot his book again, but today it didn't matter as much because the receptionist had changed the channel to a kid's program for Jay. The T.V. kept Jay distracted. His parents were talking with the doctor for a really long time by eight-year-old standards.

"Jay." It was the doctor. Edna was standing a little bit behind him. Jay took one last look at the T.V. screen before following the adults back to the office from last time. His dad was already sitting in one of the chairs. He was reading some sort of pamphlet. Jay would have asked to see it, but those things are as boring as the non-fiction books that lined the walls of the doctor's office.

The adults started talking. They used big words that Jay didn't know that meaning of. Jay would be lying if he said he was trying to pay attention. Right now he was suppose to be at school taking a timed times table test. At least, he was suppose to be doing that if he didn't pass yesterday's test. Jay was finally on or past twelves. He didn't know yet because he was at a not-real-doctor's-office doctor's office instead of at school.

"Alright Jay, any questions?" The doctor asked him.

Jay shook his head no. It was only when his mother elbowed him that he spoke. "No sir, I don't have any questions." Jay really did have questions, he just didn't want to voice them.

His parents said bye to the doctor and led Jay to the parking lot. Ed gave his son a kiss and a hug before getting in his car and driving to work. Edna and Jay got into their car and drove to off as well.

When Edna pulled up to the ice cream store, Jay was slightly confused. He was suppose to be going back to school. Not that Jay minded stopping for ice cream. He wasn't to pass up ice cream.

After Jay and his mother ordered their ice cream, they sat outside the store. Edna prepared herself to talk to Jay about the diagnosis.

"So Jay, did you know what the doctor was saying?" Edna asked.

"No not really," Jay answered.

Edna took a deep breath before dropping her spoon in her bowl. She folded her hands in her lap, which was never a good sign. "Dr. Gille said that you have Tourette Syndrome."

Jay's eyes widened. The chocolatey taste of his ice cream disappeared from his mouth, replacing it with one similar to bile. "Am I going to die?"

"No you're not going to die," Edna reassured.

"Am I going to end up in the hospital?" Jay asked.

"No. You're not going to end up in the hospital." Edna said. Jay was slightly confused.

"Wait, so what's going to happen then?"

"You're just going to do some things that you can't control. That blinking and coughing that you were complaining about? Those were tics." Edna explained. Jay stared at his ice cream before eating it again. "Jay? Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Jay looked at his mom. "Yeah I'm fine. It's not like anything has changed. I just have a name for it now."

"Well, yeah." Edna admitted. "Hurry up and finish your ice cream, you still have to get to school."

Part 5 of 6. The last part will be years in the future. For anybody curious, Jay did complete all of his timed times table test. He was the only other person to do so. (the other person was not Griffin, he only got to 11 with Cole, but some random girl from the third grade class across the hall.) He also did get into the trailer for gifted kids, he got a retest after his diagnosis. (I figured y'all would be curious because I mentioned it twice)

* This part of the story (the second part of the school day) was suppose to reflect how tired and emotionless I/Jay am/is after some really bad tics. I don't know if I did that correctly

Some Tourette Facts: Roughly 80% of people with Tourette have a comorbidity. The most common comorbidities are Anxiety (me), OCD (me), ADD/ADHD (adhd for me), Autism spectrum (me), and Depression.

People with Tourette can temporarily suppress tics, but cannot control them. (CBT, a type of therapy. works on redirecting tics to controllable movements. That's what I'm dong for my neck jerking tic and what I should be doing for my gagging/breathing tic)

Just because you have a tic, does not mean you have tourette. There are certain guidelines (found in part 1) that you must have to be diagnosed. One of my siblings has tics. Said sibling has Transient Tic Disorder.

Headcanons for Kai and Nya

Kai has diagnosed anxiety and undiagnosed depression. He likes tangle fidget toys. He uses them if he is not able to run (for example, the Bounty is flying over an ocean or something) Otherwise Kai loves to run to help with his anxiety/depression.

Nya is dyslexic. She's fine with that, doesn't really care. She tries her best to read stuff and sometimes it doesn't go well. Depending on her mood, she will either accept your help or yell at you. She also has psoriasis (a condition in which skin cells build up and cause itchy flaky spots.) She is self-concious about her psoriasis and if it is bad, refuses to wear clothing that shows her skin. She also has sleep apnea, which is where she stops breathing in her sleep. The others can usually tell is she's used her sleep machine (it keeps you breathing) or not based on her mood the next day.

Later y'all. I love you!