Sanity (4/3, Stalkers are welcome if you want :3)

"Wait! Please!" Melanie walked carefully to the door with a frown on her face, feeling sympathy for Jax. Then she did something she'd never do: she ran after him, pleading him to stop and let her explain herself. The closest she could get was five feet from him, and that was when she was sprinting. After running for a minute, Melanie falls, scraping her scrawny legs before cursing them. She continued after him, walking, ignoring the blood on her knees, and she had a slight limp.

Jax ran and ran, his adrenaline still there after a few minutes of running. Don't want to die, don't want to die, I'm going to die, they're going to find me and inject me and kill me! I'm going to die, die, die, die, die! His frantic mind repeated, that being one of the only things keeping him runnning.

I can't run anymore. I'm too tired. But he's gonna kill himself if he runs into a doctor! Melanie reaches a slow jog and eventually finds herself lost, Jax far away from her. Melanie was, for the first time in a while, genuinely scared. Melanie stopped, fell to her knees, and sobbed for her life, for her freedom, for Jax to come back.

Met chewed on his lip and led the way up to the vent, taking the same way out to his room. He plopped down lightly, helping Fox and looking around. A soft sobbing noise gently pressed on his sharp ears and he looked around.
“Hello?”

Melanie froze. Voices? "H-hello? I-is anybody there? Sh-show yourself!" Melanie stands and looks around with fearful eyes.

Met stepped closer to her, curling his hands up worriedly. “I-um… please don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”

Melanie turns to Met, "Are you a doctor? An enemy? A friend? All my friends aren't real, so I guess I have none, not yet…I'm sorry, I'm rambling, and I know that it makes me sound insane, so…" Melanie smiles nervously, cautious of Met.

“That’s okay. I don’t care, I like hearing people talk.” He smiled shyly past his hair, though his legs shook under him. This girl seemed to be as afraid as he was. “I-I’m patient thirty-two and I… I’m rather insane-ish myself I guess. That’s what the doctors said.”

"I…I ask questions, I ask questions a lot, and well…" Melanie looks at Met with a shy smile. "Oh yeah! My name's Melanie, but you can call me Mel if you'd like…"

Met nodded a little, mumbling his name back. “It’s nice to meet you.”

"Yeah, you too!" Melanie smiled and nodded, and then remembered Jax, making her face fall. "Oh. Oh, no! Look, I…I have to go. This boy, he…he ran away, and I want to make sure he's okay." Melanie sprints in the direction she thinks Jax went.

Fox just crawls out the vent as she runs off, he tilts his head in confusion.

By now, Jax had stopped running. He had seen a large cabinet with enough space for someone to sit on top of it… So, he did. He clambered onto it and curled up ontop of it.

"Where'd he go, where did he go?" Melanie murmured to herself, stumbling in the cold stone walls. She heard a noise and ran towards it, finding Jax on top of a cabinet.
"W-what are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself if you aren't careful! Look, it seems obvious you're scared of me, so can you promise me something? Please, don't fall… I've seen people fall before, and they never got back up again." Melanie sounded frantic at first, but her tone changed to somber.

"No. You're going to hurt me." Jax whispered, his voice hoarse. In his eyes, this was the safest place he could be. Even if he did fall, he would only break his arm at the most, at best he would dislocate it.

"How can I show that I won't hurt you? I'm not… at least, I don't think that I'm hostile." Melanie shrugged, then sat against the opposing wall to Jax. "I won't leave, I'll tell you that much."

Jax literally hissed, baring his teeth and backing up more against the wall. She was going to knock him off of the safe space and watch him fall, laugh and than kill him, he knew it.

She jumped from her spot, trying to back away, but then realizing that there's a wall behind her. Melanie put her arms up to block her head. "Please don't hurt me…" Melanie barely whispered, her voice squeaking.

Jax hissed again and was basically plastered against the wall, looking like a scared cat with his eyes wide open and his body pushed up against the wall. It's a front, I'm going to die.

"D-don't do that, please. Don't be so scary…I-I won't do anything to you, I won't. Please don't…" She was begging, for what was unclear to her. She puts her arms down and made it so she was hugging herself. "Sh-should I leave? Is it my fault? I didn't mean to-I didn't…" Melanie was both talking to herself and to Jax. "I'm sorry!" Melanie seemed at the verge of crying.

Jax whispered a little mantra that went from being insdie his head to coming from his mouth. "She's going to hurt me, she's going to kill me, I won't even get to go sissy's grave, or mama, or pappa's, I'm going to die." He cried, tears rolling down his face.

Fox looks curiously at Met, and then where the person ran off.

Oof, I should mention that when Jax get's scared he starts to become more and more childish.//

He follows the person, finally catching up and seeing the situation. He stays back, trying not to be seen.

Met watched Fox walk away, fiddling with his thumbs. “I don’t think we should follow them,” He said nervously, following anyway.

Fox's pace slows. They kinda just nod.

"I-I don't know what to say, Jax. Do you want a hug? I don't know how-" Melanie let her arms hang at her sides, and she felt worthless. "Can I help at all? What can I do?"

Jax put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the ringing in his head. His breathing quickened, his chest moving up and down swiftly. He tried to calm down, taking deep breaths that would eventually become short intakes of breath.

Fox sees the two, and keeps his distance, trying to not interfere, trying to not make things worse…

Melanie stood up straight, and slowly, steadily, she inched towards and climbed up the cabinet. She cautiously went towards Jax and gave him a hug, hoping for him to understand that they're both hurting. For him to understand that she doesn't kill-it's clear that she can't, even if she tried. She was too frail and weak.