"and how long has he been experiencing these... erm... episodes, so to say?"
"ever since the crash, but he's been feeling this way for quite awhile."
"how did the crash affect him? how is your health affecting him?"
"i would say, he keeps having this thought that my current health problems are his fault. they aren't though. he couldn't have prevented the crash."
"tyler? who is blurryface?"
i hold tight to jennas hand, keeping my lips locked shut.
"ty. you can tell the doctor. nobody will judge you."
"my depression, and anxiety personified. i guess."
"he has depression and anxiety?"
"as well as ADHD, yes. but he's on medication for the ADHD."
"okay."
"tyler, would you prefer to have your... erm..."
"girlfriend."
"your girlfriend here as well?"
"yes. i want her here."
i practically shout the words, holding tighter than i thought possible onto my flower.
"tyler? are you okay?"
a question i always dreaded the answer to.
flashbacks to nights of screaming, crying, blood.
grip the hand of daisy, so hard i think her leaves may fall off.
speak through gritted teeth and overflowing eyes.
"no."
