Picking up the broken pieces

I woke up on the couch, the medic taking my blood pressure. My hoodie had been taken off, revealing all of my pain reflected through crimson gashes. I sat up slowly, my body feeling heavy.
"Alex.....I...." Andy started. I held up a hand to stop him. I took the blood pressure cuff off, yanked my hoodie on and stormed out of the bus. Miraculously, none of the guys followed. I no idea where we were, but there were fans outside off the bus. One of them broke through security and ran up to me. I was tackled in an unwanted hug. A bear hug. A tight hug. Too tight....restricting...pain....
And I screamed, and she dropped me, and I scrambled up, and started to run away, only to run into a tall black mass. Andy. He caught me before I fell back down, helped me onto the bus, while smiling at his screaming fans as though everything was okay. Once we were out of sight, the bus door closed, I shook off his gentle grip and ran to my room, slamming the door. My knees gave out and I collapsed onto the ground, and curled up, trying to control my breathing, trying to keep from crying. Then he was there, holding me gently, his warmth comforting as my panic took over. He didn't say a think as my anxiety attack went on, he only rocked me, and stroked my hair, and hummed.
It seemed to take forever, but I finally calmed down and found myself curled up close, my eyes shut tightly, fists clenched onto the fabric of his cut up shirt.
"You're okay, Alex. I'm not about to let anything happen to you." He smiled lovingly as my green eyes met his blue eyes. And for the first time in years, I began to trust a stranger as he leaned in slightly, and his soft lips met my own. For the first time in a very long time, I relaxed in someone else's arms. I was coming back up from rock bottom....and it felt so.....right.

Notes

Hey, I am so so sorry that it has taken me forever to update! I can't even begin to apologize enough! Thank you guys so much for being patient with me! Hope you like it!!!!