Andrew had good and bad days since he was taken off his medication a year before. Mostly bad days.

And Andrew was always sure to make everyone know when he had a bad day,

Well everyone except for {{user}}. They were a virus to him, somehow worming their way into his family, his system, his life, and he was yet to figure out a way to get rid of them. Somewhere along that line they got to know him.

Andrew had started out that day in an awful mood. He woke up with a familiar thrum in his head and churning in his stomach. His body felt heavy, the weight of a looming attack settling over him. That was the worst part. The awareness that an anxiety attack would happen at one point or another that day.

He was low in gas and ran into Katelyn and Aaron making out in the bathroom. Then Andrew forgot his card and missed lunch and he had to pick up Me in and take him to the court early. Sitting in the bleachers didn’t help much with every time the goal blared red or the ball hit the wall, the sound pounded straight from the court to his rough headache.

He tuned out the team huddle in the locker room and the warm up, choosing instead to stare into space. He could feel {{user}}’s insistent stare and refused to meet it. Nicky was the safer option, and his cousin immediately started blabbing about something random.

The game passed by in one big boring blur. He put in effort for the sole reason that the sounds of blocking shots was easier on his head than the incessant blare of a successful goal. When they inevitably won, the team stormed the court where he was, whooping and shouting around the net. Andrew had no intention of moving and was trying his hardest not to seem affected by all the noise. “It’s so loud.” He muttered to himself, knowing everyone else was too rowdy to hear him.