Worry.

I am writing this out of panic. It’s a long story, but I have time.

My name is Jaxson. I’ve always been private. I was never good at talking and maintaining friends. Not until now.

I am a closeted gay man. No one in my family knows. The only people who know is my boyfriend and his family. They have all welcomed me with open arms.

We’ve been dating for just over a week now; nine days. As of now, ten. It’s 12:47 am, and I am sitting in the waiting room of a hospital. Why? I wish I knew.

My boyfriend, Alex, fainted. I was told that fainting spells usually last under a minute. He’s been out for two hours. He’s breathing fine, he has a pulse, but he’s cold to the touch. After consulting someone, I rushed him to the emergency room. I’m new to medical problems, and Alex has a lot of them. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I’m hoping I made the right choice.

My head is a mess. I can’t think, much less type. I feel like crying, but I’m too panicked to emotionally register what I need. To put it short, I’m worrying.

I’ve been trying to get in contact with someone who knows him, but it’s so late that no one is responding.

I’ll keep updating this as I calm down.