This one didn't want to be written. And I'm pretty sure its not even close to being grammatically correct in any sense of the words.

So sorry about that.

And sorry it's a super short chapter.

We're Okay

Chapter Ten

"I'm going to prescribe you an anti-anxiety medication." The family doctor told Tadashi, she wrote it down on a piece of paper. She scribbled a few notes down for him to read later. "You just take one when you feel an attack coming on, you just slip it under your tongue and let it melt. Don't take more than three a day." She instructed, ripping the paper from the pad and handing it over to him. "I also think you would benefit from taking sleep-aids. I won't give you an actual prescription for those yet, but you should look into the natural sleep-aids when you go to the pharmacy." She continued. "Naturewell is a good brand, Fusion is also a good one – and they make theirs into gummies, if you wanted to feel like a kid again." She laughed.

A small smile appeared on Tadashi's face for second, before it fell. "Thank you." The young man mumbled.

"Did you want to schedule your follow up now, or later when you know for sure you're available?" She asked looking at him over her reading glasses.

"Um, I'll call in later." He told her, folding the paper up and sticking it in his pocket. "Thanks Dr. Richards."

"See you in a few weeks, Tadashi." She gave him a smile before walking out of the examining room.

He sighed as he pulled his jacket on and followed suit.

(-)

Tadashi stared at the entrance to the drug store. It was busy, and bright. He stood there for a moment, contemplating or whether or not to just have his aunt drop off the prescription, or waiting until tomorrow when the drive-thru would be open.

He visually slumped a bit. He needed his prescription today.

He took in a deep breath before walking in through the automatic doors, instantly, the store seemed to be brighter than it was when he was outside; of course, buildings tend to do that when they have tinted windows. And it seemed even busier than the cars in the parking lot led on.

With each step into the store he took, the more rigid he felt, the louder it seemed to be, brighter than it seemed to be. He reached into his pocket to pull out the prescription paper the doctor gave him, holding it in a death grip as he got in line to get it filled.

Tadashi wasn't an impatient young man, no; he'd never had an impatient moment in his life. But in his mind at the moment it seemed like the line had more than a dozen people, when it was only four aside from him; and it was taking longer than it should, while he'd only been standing there for a little over a minute.

He could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. His free hand pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to massage the building pain away. It wasn't working, everything was too loud, too bright, too many people were walking around him.

Another thought of having his aunt bring the prescription in crossed his mind again when his heart started racing in his chest. But the thought was chased out of his mind when the line moved and he had to practically consciously command his legs to move.

By the time he got up to the counter, he was a trembling mess.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" The pharmacy technician greeted with a smile when he stood there.

"I need this filled." Tadashi handed her the paper, hand shaking as he did.

She looked from the paper in his hand to his face. "Do you need it filled today or tomorrow?"

He tried to keep his voice even. "Today, if you can."

She nodded, "Yep, we can do that. We'll have it done by five."

"Thank you." He said. When the technician turned away, he left, almost running out of the pharmacy.

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He took a short cut through the park, wanting to do nothing more than to curl up in his bed and sleep off the headache he now possessed. But his heart was still beating as fast as it did in the store, his breath still coming out fast, and his muscles still taunt and trembling.

His shortcut was elongated when he had to stop and sit on a bench, not trusting himself to keep walking. He buried his face in his hands as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his legs.

Calm down, Tadashi. Calm down. He thought to himself, taking slow and even breaths as he closed his eyes. You're not in the store anymore, calm down.

He was too far into his mind that he didn't hear someone walk up to him.

"Tadashi?" A familiar voice asked.

Said young man jumped from his seat. "Holy shi- Don't do that to me!"

"Sorry." Wasabi stood there, bag slung over his shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to get over the fact that I'm pretty sure I embarrassed myself back at the pharmacy." Tadashi sat back down where he was and motioned for his friend to sit too.

The bigger built man did just that. "What do you mean?"

The older Hamada leaned back against the back of the bench. "Had a panic attack and I'm not quite sure what exactly happened. I was standing in line, regretting the fact that I didn't ask Aunt Cass if she could take my prescription in for me, and I started freaking out because everything was too bright, and too loud and it was packed and I now have this headache." He told his best friend. "One minute I'm standing in the back of the line with a handful of people ahead of me, then I started freaking out in my mind and the next thing I know, I'm standing at the counter." He ran a hand over his face and frustratingly through his hair. Then he remembered he didn't even look at the sleep aids the doctor told him to check out. He groaned. "And I forgot to look at sleep aids."

Wasabi sat there quietly, letting his friend rant to him. Part of the young adult was glad his friend was talking to him about this, Wasabi had witnessed Hiro not talking about what was going through his head and that was a bad spiral down. The college student was happy that Tadashi wasn't being the same way. "If you need anything, you know you can call us." He offered to the traumatized young man.

Tadashi turned his head to look at his friend, and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I know."