What Happened Before September Ended?, chapter 5
In the morning, they all woke up to a loud racket and all appeared in the bedroom doorway. Jimmy was sitting on the floor, rubbing the side of his head and cursing. Sarah and Charlie giggled, seeing how he looked rather childish. Charlie's father tried to approach him, seeing as it looked as if he was hurt. "Get away from me!" He flinshed back, looking at his hand. There was a small amount of blood trickling down it. "Jim, what happened?" Sarah said, as she stopped giggling, seeing the blood. "Nothing!" he snapped back. Charlie saw the look in his eyes again. She knew he was lying, he must have had a bad dream, like the flashbacks, which had only been increasing since last month, and the way he flinched away from her father proved it was obviously about his own. "Guys, can you wait in the living room for a second?" Charlie said, pushing them all farther away from the door, before closing it in their faces. "Jimmy, let me see." She said, taking his hand away from his head and spotting the cut, which was staining his light brown hair with blood. "What happened?" she asked. He gridded his teath. "What do you think?" She sighed, "Bad dream." "Yup." She picked up the lamp, which had fallen of the end table. "I meant your head." "I friggin hit it on the end table." He said, hitting it, thinking maybe it would do him some good. Well," she started. "now we have a reason to take you to the hospital. Let's go." she said, grabbing his hand, pulling him up.
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"Oww..." he whined as the doctor finished stitching up his head. "There, good as new." Pete had taken Sarah home, and Mr. And Mrs. Walker were waiting outside. Charlie pulled the doctor aside. "He has flashbacks, uncomfortable ones. Do you think there is something wrong?" The doctor paused, lost in thought, stroked his grey beard. "Jimmy, can you tell me about these falshbacks. Who's in them. What happens? Are they frightening?" Jimmy shot a glance at Charlie, then tensed up. "Well, their usually about my parents, like when my dad was an alchoholic and he used to gamble and abuse my mother... Sometimes me." The doctor nodded. "And how often do these... Images, or flashbacks, as you call them, occur." Uneasily, he answered. "Um... Daily. Sometimes once or twice, sometimes more. Sometimes... If I'm lucky, I won't have any." Again, the old man, stroked his beard in thought. "Have you ever considered the fact that you suffer from anxiety?" Jimmy looked dumbfoundedly at the man. "What's that mean?" The doctor sighed. "It means your body, mind and senses are reacting to fear or anger in a certain way, like your flashbacks, or images... They won't always be flashbacks."
Jimmy ended up walking out of the hosital with perscription drugs. "Why'd you have to open up your yap, now I have to swollow these two times a day! I would have been fine!" Charlie sighed and opened the door to the passenger seat. "Jimmy, these things aren't okay. Let's just... Not fight, okay?" He got in the drivers seat, and put the small container in his pocket. "You're probably right. I'm sorry." Charlie continued to look out the window. "It's okay..." she said under her breath.
When they got home, they both went to making lunch and Charlie phoned the others to tell them what had happened at the hospital. It was evening, and Charlie was watching Jimmy play video games and listening to him constantly aske her if she wanted to try. But everytime, she answered with the same thing. 'No, it's okay. You go ahead'. After she got sick of it, she walked up beside him and turned off the tv. "What was that for?" "Nothing." she smirked, then kissed him. "You know, you should stand up to him, Jim." He kissed her, trying to get her to forget the subject. "I don't know what you're talking about." She kissed him again, this time on the cheek. "Your dad." Jimmy sat up. "Okay, that ruined the moment. Can you please, of all things try not to bring him up... Ever?" Charlie saw the look of plea in his eyes. "Okay... It was only an idea." He smiled, "Thanks." and kissed her again. "You know, you're beautiful." he said, leaving a trail of kisses down to her neck. "Oh really? I havn't noticed." she giggled, then tickled him. "Hey stop it. You know, you are like... The moment crasher of my life?" She gave him puupy dog eyes. "Aww, I'm sorry." and she kissed him back. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
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"Oww..." he whined as the doctor finished stitching up his head. "There, good as new." Pete had taken Sarah home, and Mr. And Mrs. Walker were waiting outside. Charlie pulled the doctor aside. "He has flashbacks, uncomfortable ones. Do you think there is something wrong?" The doctor paused, lost in thought, stroked his grey beard. "Jimmy, can you tell me about these falshbacks. Who's in them. What happens? Are they frightening?" Jimmy shot a glance at Charlie, then tensed up. "Well, their usually about my parents, like when my dad was an alchoholic and he used to gamble and abuse my mother... Sometimes me." The doctor nodded. "And how often do these... Images, or flashbacks, as you call them, occur." Uneasily, he answered. "Um... Daily. Sometimes once or twice, sometimes more. Sometimes... If I'm lucky, I won't have any." Again, the old man, stroked his beard in thought. "Have you ever considered the fact that you suffer from anxiety?" Jimmy looked dumbfoundedly at the man. "What's that mean?" The doctor sighed. "It means your body, mind and senses are reacting to fear or anger in a certain way, like your flashbacks, or images... They won't always be flashbacks."
Jimmy ended up walking out of the hosital with perscription drugs. "Why'd you have to open up your yap, now I have to swollow these two times a day! I would have been fine!" Charlie sighed and opened the door to the passenger seat. "Jimmy, these things aren't okay. Let's just... Not fight, okay?" He got in the drivers seat, and put the small container in his pocket. "You're probably right. I'm sorry." Charlie continued to look out the window. "It's okay..." she said under her breath.
When they got home, they both went to making lunch and Charlie phoned the others to tell them what had happened at the hospital. It was evening, and Charlie was watching Jimmy play video games and listening to him constantly aske her if she wanted to try. But everytime, she answered with the same thing. 'No, it's okay. You go ahead'. After she got sick of it, she walked up beside him and turned off the tv. "What was that for?" "Nothing." she smirked, then kissed him. "You know, you should stand up to him, Jim." He kissed her, trying to get her to forget the subject. "I don't know what you're talking about." She kissed him again, this time on the cheek. "Your dad." Jimmy sat up. "Okay, that ruined the moment. Can you please, of all things try not to bring him up... Ever?" Charlie saw the look of plea in his eyes. "Okay... It was only an idea." He smiled, "Thanks." and kissed her again. "You know, you're beautiful." he said, leaving a trail of kisses down to her neck. "Oh really? I havn't noticed." she giggled, then tickled him. "Hey stop it. You know, you are like... The moment crasher of my life?" She gave him puupy dog eyes. "Aww, I'm sorry." and she kissed him back. "I promise I'll make it up to you."
