Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

Overwhelmed by the information, Johnny couldn’t process anything and his anxiety began causing him to hyperventilate.
“Johnny,” Roy softly commanded. When that failed to capture his attention, he tried again. “John, look at me.”
Glancing up at Roy, John reached out a hand, finally grabbing Joanne's hand.
“Take a deep breath in,” Roy coached. “That’s a boy. Now let it out. Take another breathe in and hold it. Let that breathe out.”
After a couple of minutes, Roy had successfully calmed down Johnny.
“I’m so sorry,” Roy apologized. “I didn’t mean to pile on so much on you.”
“Why you sorry?” Johnny was confused. It was rare that anyone would say those words to him, unless it was his family.
“Because I know your head must hurt and you are having a hard time with everything. I forgot that for a bit. It was my fault.”
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He didn’t care about the blood flowing down his arm from his blown IV or anything else. He just wanted to disappear.
“Roy, remember, you have to be patient,” Jo whispered so quietly Roy could barely hear her.
Nodding, Roy joined Dr. Early on the other side of the bed to try to coax Johnny out from under the covers.
“Johnny, I’m not mad. I was, well, I was just surprised that you threw the glass. I didn’t think about why you threw it. Joanne reminded me and well, I get it now too. I would have thrown the glass too. Actually, I think I would have thrown something heavier that would actually have hit the doctor,” Roy joked.
Peeking out from under the blankets, Johnny’s brown eyes looked wary until he saw Roy’s look.
“Really?” he asked in wonder.
“Yeah, it has to hurt with all those stitches on your back.”
Looking confused, Roy began explaining that he'd been caught in a fire and when he was trying to escape, something blew up, making him fly a bit, causing him to get hurt after seeing Joe’s nod of

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