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"Oh my God." I whispered as my arms instinctively wrapped tighter around James' shaking frame. I was shaking too, but from a few things. I was scared for James- he had finally gotten help! I had finally convinced him to go to the hospital, then this stupid Dr. Hershel decided to take advantage of him like that? It was going to be a major setback. Who knew if he'd ever trust me enough to get help again?

I was also furious. James was FINALLY getting help, then Dr. Hershel just took ADVANTAGE of him! He already had trust issues... I'd be lucky if he'd ever trust anyone again, let alone me. I just wanted to go find Dr. Hershel and strangle him to death. I hated him with a fiery passion.

I could feel James' tears seeping through my shirt while he buried his face in my chest. "Sshh, Jay, it'll be okay. I got you. Shh." Making sure to firmly keep him in place, I picked him up. "C'mon, let's get you back to 2J."

When I got back to 2J with James in my arms, I was met with Logan and Carlos, who had worried looks on their faces. "What's wrong?" they both asked frantically.

I shook my head and widened my eyes, warning them not to say anything more about the subject. It was too much for James to handle, and he and I both knew it.

The day passed by slowly, and I wasn't allowed to really do anything, because James was in my arms. I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom, I couldn't eat, I really couldn't do anything except hold him.

And I was completely fine with that. I felt so terrible. I was the one who had found Dr. Hershel, and had taken James to him. I should've done a background check or something. I guess I just thought doctors were all supposed to be good people. Apparently not.

*2 Weeks Later*

Every night was the same. James would have a nightmare that would make him wake up screaming. I'd already have been awake before he started screaming, and I'd hold him, stroking his hair and whispering soothingly until he woke up. I wanted my voice to be the first thing he heard so he knew he was safe.

I was surprised at the outcome of the whole thing. I had expected James to always have the 'don't touch me' days, but instead, he just threw himself into our relationship. I was the only one he felt safe with - he always had to be with me, almost always touching me in some way. The only time we weren't together was when one of us was in the bathroom, or we were showering.

When I was showering, I'd go as fast as I could. And even though I came back out into the living room within a half an hour, I'd find him as tense as possible. He'd sit all stiff, looking around anxiously, playing with his hands.

Or, if he wasn't doing that, he'd curl up into the fetal position in the corner of whatever room he was in and start crying. I'd found him multiple times like that. Like today, for instance. I came out of the bathroom and started looking around for him. I finally found him in the corner of our room, looking extremely stressed. My heart broke as I heard him cry out. "K-Kendall!"

I wondered how long he'd been saying that. Had he been saying it the whole time I was in the shower? I quickly walked over to him, scooped him up in my arms, brought him over to the bed, and set him on my lap. Once he recognized it was me, he immediately calmed down, snuggling closer into me for protection.

"Shh..." we stayed like that for a while, until he finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep. That's one of the other things he was doing a lot. Sleeping. I knew it was a side effect of his depression. Logan, Carlos and I had all done extensive research on bipolar disorder and depression, trying to figure out some of the side effects.

When James was asleep was definitely when he was most peaceful. He'd forget about everything for a little while. He'd get an hour or two of sleep. Peaceful, dreamless sleep. He used to dream about me and him, something extremely romantic and corny. But, he didn't think about that kind of stuff anymore, so he didn't dream about it.

Now after those one or two peaceful hours without dreams, then the nightmares would start. He'd never talk about them. Just cry for a while, then drift back into an uneasy sleep. The next morning we wouldn't talk about it. I didn't want to push him, because I wanted him to know he could trust me. I figured I should give it some more time before I asked him any questions.

But at least he was getting sleep. I honestly hadn't gotten any sleep since the day I found him. Sure, I was completely exhausted, I had never stayed up this long before. But James was way more important than my sleep. I needed to be there for him. I needed to be able to be the first thing he heard and saw when he woke up from a nightmare.

I couldn't go to sleep. My body wouldn't let me. Well, more like my mind wouldn't let me. Sometimes I did drift off for a few minutes, but then James would whimper, or let out a deep sigh, or something, and I'd immediately wake up. I'd wait for any warning signs that the nightmare was coming, and if it did, I'd comfort him.

But, he was progressively getting better. He was progressively starting to not have so many nightmares, eventually trusting Logan, then Carlos. His bipolar and depression weren't getting better by any means, because he didn't have any medication, but I knew it'd be a while before I could get him to a doctor again.

I never let my guard down for one second. No matter where we were, even if we were at home alone, I was always on the lookout. Always on the lookout for someone who could hurt James, physically or mentally. I was even aware of myself, always thinking before I spoke. I had never done that before.

I was constantly getting on Logan and Carlos' nerves because I was always making sure what they said was right. They were getting so fed up with me, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it for James.

So, as James slept, I once again stayed awake, stroking his hair, waiting for his nightmare to come.

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