A/N: Hi, how is everyone? Obviously you're all dead because I only got one review! So rude... I worked hard too... oh well, there's nothing I can do about it. Except beg you! Eh, I'll do that later. But because you didn't review Roach will get angst! *Evil laugh*

Italics= whatever language they're discussing.

Roach sighed as he listened to the Ghosts discuss his knowledge of languages. Luke was sitting in a chair beside the couch, quietly reading a book. The rest of the 141 had gone to get something to eat. He and Ghost sat boredly on the couch, both not really knowing what to do.

"Hey Roach! Do you know French?" Logan asked.

"Yes, I'm really tired and I have a headache." He replied in French, knowing they had no idea what he was saying.

But Luke did. He looked up at him with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay? Do you want meds?" He asked.

Roach shook his head no.

"Damn, what did he say?" Hesh asked.

"He says yes and that he loves you guys."

He and Ghost made faces and Kick jumped up and ran to them, pulling the younger man into a hug.

"I love you too, Roach!"

He winced and pulled back.

"Ow ow ow ow owww! Stitches!" He whined.

Kick immediately let go.

"Oopsies, sorry child." He apologized, skipping back over to the Ghosts.

He pouted and whined again. Ghost just laughed and ruffled his hair.

"You're so cute."

"Damn straight."

He heard Luke laugh beside him and it made him smile. Then he turned and studied Ghost's face. He immediately felt guilty. It was covered with bruises of all different colors and sizes, and there was a line of stitches about an inch and a half long running across his cheek. He knew those marks were there because of him. If Ghost hadn't been in the room with him when John came, he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

The only reason John had still been there at all was because he had been too much of a coward to tell anyone... He felt the guilt and bad thoughts flow into his mind, the dam previously holding them back broken. Everything was his fault. He was a terrible person. Ghost would be okay right now if he wasn't here to ruin everything. Anxiety flowed freely with the guilt, making his chest feel like it had something heavy on it and he couldn't breathe. No matter how deep of a breath he took, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his palms were slippery with it. His breath came in short gasps that made Luke look up from what he was doing.

"Shit." He mumbled, getting up and pulling him from the couch.

He carried him from the room, telling the others they'd be back in a while. Ghost looked really worried and the others looked curious, wondering what was wrong. He took him back to his room in the infirmary, setting him down on his bed. Roach already had tears spilling down his cheeks and he was shaking slightly. Luke just sat down and hugged him, knowing that he would be okay in a few minutes.

"Shhh, just breathe. It's okay." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"J-John hurt Ghost... all m-my fault..." He choked, the image of John smiling with a knife in his hand flashing before his eyes.

"No it's not. None of this is your fault."

He stayed silent, just trying to focus on not hyperventilating. His stomach felt terrible, wanting to launch all of his food onto the floor because his rapid breathing had unsettled it. He fought back the waves of nausea that washed over him and his breathing gradually slowed. His face was soaked with tears and as pale as the sheets of the hospital bed they sat on. At least Luke was there though. If he hadn't been there he probably would have hyperventilated and passed out, with no one knowing what was wrong. Luke held him at arm's length and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"You okay?" He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

Roach nodded silently and sniffled, mumbling a quiet 'sorry' as he did so. Luke hugged him again and sighed.

"Don't apologize. You haven't had any panic attacks since before we got here and I was expecting one to happen soon anyways. At least you didn't get sick." He smiled.

"...Felt like it..." He muttered.

Luke laughed and ruffled his hair, his mouth stretching into a fond smile. Roach looked anxiously around the room, wishing Ghost was there. He was worried about him. What if something happened to him while they were in here? More tears gathered in his eyes just thinking about it. Luke noticed this and cupped his face in his hands.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I w-want Ghost..."

"You two are so funny, always worried about each other. Well he's probably worried about you right now too. You wanna go back to the rec room?" He asked, wiping at his face.

"Mhmm." He replied with a nod.

"Okay, we'll head back as soon as I make you look like you didn't die."

Roach giggled at that. He soaked a washcloth in cold water and wrung it out, then dabbed at his face with it in an attempt to hide the tear stains. His eyes were a bit swollen too, so he held the washcloth on them for a few minutes. After about ten minutes he looked okay and they went back to the rec room. The rest of the 141 was in there now too.

"Hey, where'd you two run off to?" Ghost asked worriedly.

Luke set Roach down on the couch beside him and sat down himself nearby.

"He had a panic attack. He's fine now, though." Luke said, giving a thumbs up.

Roach just hid his face with his arm in embarrassment, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Awww, he's blushing! Oh my god, so cute~" Ghost said, poking at him.

Roach growled and whacked at his hand.

"Is having panic attacks a... normal thing for him?" Soap asked hesitantly.

Luke nodded and said, "Yup, but he's a terd so he usually sneaks off and has them all by himself." He said, shooting the object of their conversation a glare.

Roach glared back at him.

"Don't hate, appreciate." He said in a high girly voice.

Luke couldn't help but smile.

"He's a lot better now though. As I said before, he used to have them all the time. Like literally all the time."

"Okay Luke, I think they get the point." Roach muttered.

"Oi, don't be a brat. You know you love me!"

"No I don't." He said stubbornly.

Luke leaned forward and pinched his cheeks.

"Yes you dooo!"

"Owww! Okay fine, I love you!" He said, rolling his eyes.

"Dumbass." He mumbled in German.

"What the fuck did he just say?" Logan wondered aloud.

Ghost pouted.

"Don't you love me too?" He whined.

"Nope." He said, shaking his head.

"Brat."

A/N: Hehehe... you better review! ;D