Hound POV
Crosshairs and Drift plan to take the three girls out this afternoon. With the three girls still asleep, the rest of us can talk about how the night went and the plan to try to help Jayce. Jayce had another shit night even after the conversation Crosshairs, and Drift had with her. Drift hated how Jayce kept telling him to give up on her and let her go home. We know what she'd go if we let her. No way it's just to get away from the situation. She tried that during the nightmare situation, and it didn't help. She wasn't happy Drift followed her either, so there's that issue if we thought the time away would help.

J.R. comes down as we finish talking and sits next to Crosshairs. We can tell she's in a depressed mood.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Four months now. How long are you going to avoid the dreaded conversation?"
We all know what she's talking about.
Bumblebee tells her his idea, and Crosshairs tells her today's plan.
"... going to take a while, and this might not help her, but it's better to try," Crosshairs finished.
"How long before you decide this idea isn't working?" J.R. asked.
"A month should be long enough to see any progress," Cade suggests. Everyone but J.R. agreed. She sat quietly; we know she's thinking, 'what if this
doesn't work?'

I suggested Crosshairs and Drift take her out for breakfast. We can handle Jamie and Jayce.
"Hmm, this idea of yours might be what J.R. also needs, Bee," I observed, "though she's not as bad as Jayce."

Bumblebee POV
Jamie comes downstairs a few minutes after Crosshairs, Drift, and J.R. leave. I tried to do what Drift does, but she pushed me to the side.
"You think I'd ruin the tea?"
"Yes," she joked.
"You forget I've been around longer than Drift but fine."
I sat on the couch and turned on the T.V. before texting Drift.

Bumblebee: you're girl thinks I can't make tea

Drift: LOL

(he was supposed to send an emoji but I guess FFN doesn't support that)

Jamie sat next to me with her cup of tea and watched T.V. for an hour before cleaning the cup and going to her room to do some recording.
I followed her upstairs but went to Jayce's room.
Shit.

Jayce is having a severe panic attack.
"These are getting more frequent, which is unusual for any human," Hound tells me, concerned.
"I can't breathe," Jayce gasped, I can hear the fear in her voice.
"I know. You have to calm down," Hound says before doing what we've been doing to help her control her breathing. I worry something else is wrong for Jayce to say she can't breathe. I waited two minutes before texting Cade but watched for obvious signs this isn't a panic attack. Even though she's been dealing with these for four months, it's wrong to assume that's why she's having a hard time breathing.
"Fuck," Hound exclaimed as Jayce became unresponsive.
I sent Cade a text telling him what happened. He replies telling me he's coming up.

Cade runs into the room thirty seconds later with a portable vital signs monitor. Jayce wakes up before he could do anything.
"Easy, Jayce. You're ok," Cade says as she tries to push him away.
"She needs to throw up, Cade," I exclaimed and grabbed the trash bin. Jayce threw up, laid back down, and cried.
"You're ok, it's going to be ok," Cade Tried to assure her.
The worst so far, I hope this isn't how it's going to be until she recovers. That is if she can recover. Do I dare text Crosshairs about this?
"No need to text him. We can wait until he gets back to tell him," Cade tells us while comforting Jayce.

Two hours later

Crosshairs POV
"You're kidding?" I ask in disgust, skidding a hand down my face. Jayce is getting worse mentally, and we're running out of ideas to help her. She's awake when Drift and I walk into the room and sit on the bed with her. She hugs Drift and starts bawling. He moves her onto his lap and hugs her.
"I can't take it anymore," she cries.
"Shh, I know," Drift says as he moves in a slow rocking motion.
We both hated how she said she wants to die. Damn, was she distracted with J.R. being sick, or did the panic attack today terrify her? I tried to take Jayce from Drift, but she wouldn't let go.
"I don't think she wants to go anywhere even if a car ride helps her," I hear Drift say over Jayce's crying, "I'll be here for a while. You better check on
Jamie and J.R."
"Everything will be ok, Jayce," I say before leaving the room. I suspect she'll be asleep soon.

Jamie is still in her room, working. J.R. walks up to me as I walk down the hall.
"Jayce is having another shit day."
This wasn't a question. I don't know what to say anymore. J.R. runs to her room, closes the door, and locks it, fuck.

J.R. POV
I'm sorry, Crosshairs, but I want to be alone. Doubt I have any other weapons in here anyway. All I'd be doing is terrifying Jamie, Cade, and the Autobots. Then they'd watch Jayce die. What else can we do? Doubt Jamie will continue all this once she's told Jayce can no longer be apart of the adventures. She'd continue being friends with everyone unless...fuck. What if Jayce has been right, but she's been missing details? Damn it... I...I don't think I can watch both Jamie and Jayce die. That's it, any other weapons in here?
I searched everywhere but found nothing. I don't feel any better knowing there's nowhere else to get a weapon and the medbay is locked.
There are other ways if Jayce flies away. I don't know if Jamie would think that way. As for me, I have a belt on...

Crosshairs POV
I grabbed a lock picking tool, instructed Hound and Bumblebee to come with me with the portal vital signs monitor and the capsule with the oxygen therapy supplies. Next, I had to force myself to tell Cade to get the ventilator ready. No time for questions, Bee, Hound, and I rushed to J.R.'s room.
"J.R.!"
I'm too late.