Jesse heard people talking about him. Opening his eyes, he saw Mark, Steve, Amanda were looking at him. There were also other paramedics he didn't know.
"Hey, Jesse...," Amanda stroked his hair.
Jesse realized that he was now laying on a gurney. "What's wrong with me?" he asked himself. He lifted his hand and he saw that it was tied. Jesse started to shake, "Mark? Amanda?"
"Ssssh, it's okay, it's all right..."
Jesse realized that something was definitely wrong. "Where are you guys taking me?"
"It's okay, Jesse. We just want to take you for observation," Amanda lied.
"No... you're taking me to psychiatric hospital, aren't you?" Jesse asked, shaking.
Amanda, Steve and Mark exchanged looks.
"Mark, I'm not crazy... Help... Please... I'm not crazy...," Jesse struggled to sit up. But he couldn't because of ropes that tied his hands and held his body.
***
"Jess, listen... it's just for observation. You're not going to be here forever, Jesse," Mark tried to explain to Jesse who struggled against him, Amanda, Steve and the other paramedics who were trying to get him into his room.
"No!" Jesse shouted.
A paramedic came and administered Jesse sedative. Jesse gradually relaxed and knocked unconscious.
Mark, Steve and Amanda watched as the paramedics brought his pale friend to his room.
***
There were silence in the car. Everyone were so sad and worried about Jesse. Everyone knew how each other was feeling that no words need to be spoken.
They arrived at CGH. Mark and Amanda stepped out.
"Thanks, Steve...," Amanda said.
Steve left to work.
"Amanda?" Mark called. Amanda looked at him. "My office", he said.
***
"You okay?" Mark asked.
"Yeah..."
"You're thinking about Jesse, aren't you?"
Amanda nodded sadly.
"Go home, Amanda. You need rest after this shocking occurrence. Come back tomorrow. You might be feeling better after all," Mark said.
Amanda cleared his throat.
"Okay..."