Taylor sees his brother in a state he's seen before...

I see Zac huddled on the floor, shaking, and a mess in the toilet. I figure now would be a good time to get mom. I yell, "MOM!" and sit on the tub, trying to comfort Zac. The puke is not the most disgusting sight in here (although as a smell it takes the cake), the most disgusting thing is what stress does to my baby brother.This scene is one I've seen before when Zac gets stressed, but for about three years, we've had these episodes stopped. Mom comes in, and tells me she has it under control, so I go back to our room. Ike is sitting up in bed, waiting to hear about whats going on. "It's happening again...Zac's sick." I say. Ike tells me with his eyes that he's no more surprised then I am. We can hear Zac screaming and crying untill he starts to hyperventilate, and mom is trying to comfort him, but he's spastic. We head for the bathroom. Mackie meets us half way, and Ike takes him back to our room, as if to protect him from this sight. "I...Can't...breathe...mom...*sob*...Why...do...we...have...to...*sob*...*SOB!*" Zac says, and he starts to gag again. I can tell mom is confused and frustrated, but she keeps at him. "Why do we have to what Zacky?" She asks in a supportive voice. He only screams louder. His breathing is making me feel sick. He can't get a proper breath into his body, and he's making his throat raw. He starts to tear at his hair, and she grabs his wrist and tries to control him, but he's bigger now than he ever has been, and easily overthrows her. He's shaking, and quivering with every spazzed out move he takes. A small chunk of thick blond hair is in his hands, as I rush across the room and slap him. I hit him a little too hard, but there's no time to think.Instinctivly, I grab his arms. He stops flailing and stares at me, breathing heavily and whining like a dog. His almond eyes are confused and hurt, as I tell him that I'm with him. "Zac. ZAC! I want you to listen to me. Ok...? Are you listening?" I ask sternly. He nods his head. "I need you to take control...ok? Instead of hurting yourself, you have to tell me what's wrong...ok? Tell me Zac." His fists relax, and he drops a handful of hair.He talks in halting breaths. "I'm...Scared...I...don't want to move!...I...I..." Is all he gets out before he starts to sob. He throws his arms around me, and screams. He's inhumanly hot, and incredibly loud. Mom shakes her head. Slow whines, and sorrowful wails come out of my baby brother. "This is our home.....This is our home!!!!!!!"

I help Zac up off the bathroom floor. He's calmed down a little, and told mom what's going through his head. She's long since gone back to bed, but I doubt she'll go to sleep, because the sky is starting to turn a pink shade, and the birds are singing their songs. We head into our room, and Ike is asleep with Mackie on my bunk, while some lady on T.V talks about how the thigh-o-meter worked for her. Zac collapses into Ike's bed, and I sit on the trundle. Zac's head hits the pillow, and he's zonked out. He tosses and turns, whining, and calling out for about an hour, and at 8 am I fall asleep.