Sorry for asking so much but if u dont mind i like to think that blossom sees boomer like his little bro so lile one day boomer having panic attack and blossom helping him. God i love my bby boy suffering
Oh don’t apologize! I love it! Ask as much as you want love. Fun fact, I used to have panic disorder from the age of 6- 17 so I know all about panic attacks. That wasn’t a very fun fact but uhhh, hope you enjoy!
Everything in this fic is from my own experience and I also took psychology as well.
So I’m going to write this with my version of my own attacks so what you see boomer having is equivalent to mine. From my own experience just so that no one comes for me, I can’t speak for about ten minutes and its had to move so im either sitting or under neath something like a desk. Once I can talk, I stutter and can barely form full sentences. Its important to know that panic attack and anxiety attacks are much different as the first doesn’t have triggers but the second does. Also the first thought you have when you going into a panic attack is thinking you are about to die, scary but its true.
Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fic and sorry that it took so long to do!
Pairing: Blossom and Boomer (non shipping)
She never really knew how or why she heard it. Super hearing gave you many things but hearing the worlds smallest sob escape trembling lips was never something she usually picked up on.
It buzzed in her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with a slight chill. Soon her feet were taking her upstairs and it was the first time she had ignored the hall pass rule.
Being a hero meant she had to be ready for anything. Monster attacks, demons rising from the pits of hell and even gangs shooting up stores, it was all part of the deal, yet there were some problems that not even super powers could handle.
She opened the door to the roof slowly before stepping out and feeling the crisp and cool air of the morning. It would have been peaceful if someone wasn’t crying. Her foot steps were that of a ghost as she walked towards the other end and she dropped to her knees before placing a hand on a trembling shoulder.
“Boomer?” she asked quietly.
The blond boy looked up, his eyes had been blown wide and were rubbed red to the point that they might scar. His lips trembled as he said nothing stared at her with an empty look.
She felt frightened in that moment, not for her well being but his. She watched as his lips parted but nothing came out. He tried to speak but his voice was like a desert. Dry and bare.
His eyes searched for an answer, something to cling and grab onto so he could swim.
“Boomer, are you okay?” She asked knowing the answer already. Again, no words but blue eyes that begged for help.
His breathing picked up, hyperventilation coming into play and he brought his hands to his ears and slammed his foot down as if to drown out the silence. Blossom searched for any sign of what could have hurt him, she had to think. There was nothing, no monster or attack and he didn’t seem physically hurt, so what could-
She should have known what was happening the minute it she saw him. Her advanced psychology classes came into handy just now.
“Boomer.” She said softly and he opened his eyes. “I think you are having a panic attack.” His eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. “Okay maybe you are aware of that but I’m going to help you through this, okay?”
Boomer said nothing and she didn’t expect him too. She made a mental note that he was going non verbal during these and maybe that's why he couldn’t call for help.
Blossom dug through her bag for her notes and found it in record time. “Okay lets see, panic attacks.” She began to read. “The first thing that happens during an attack is the thought of death. Oh.” She frown. “There is a constant state of panic that last five to ten minutes but the after math of the fear could last hours. In order to stop a panic attack, the person experiencing it must wait it out or an extreme reaction can help quicken the process, other than that, there's nothing to do.” She scoffed. “Gee that was helpful.”
All she needed was a distraction, she could do that. She could tell a joke? No, she wasn’t good at those and only got a humorous reaction from her clumsiness. Instead of trying to figure it out, her phone was her next best guess.
“Don’t worry Boomer, I got you.” She smiled. She went to a few different sources and found one. “Ice in the mouth. It should trick your brain into thinking about it instead.” Blossom looked around. “Where can I get ice?”
She suddenly felt a finger poke at her cheek. She looked at Boomer who was point at his mouth then to her. Oh!
“My ice breath!” She cheered and held out her hand and carefully blowed until a small cube formed in her hand. “I’m not sure Boomer that might be a little gross-”
The cube was taken and before she could protest, it was in his mouth.
“Okay then, how's that working?” She questioned with a soft expression.
He looked from the left then to the right as he shifted the ice in his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth, his voice breaking as he spoke.
“I-” He tried to say as tears formed in his eyes again.
Blossom put her hand on his and ushered him not to speak.
“Its okay, you don't have to say anything. You got through it, I’m sorry I was only here at the end but you did it, Boomer.” She said proudly.
He wiped his tears with his sleeve that was already soaked from earlier and leaned to grab her shoulder and pull her into a hug. She felt the tension from his shoulders fall instantly and his heart rate slower to a more desired rate as he hugged her tighter and held her for a moment. She didn’t dare budge but gave him a squeeze and ruffled his hair as he pulled away.
“Your face is awfully red, maybe you should go home.” She said as she helped him stand.
He nodded and grabbed his bag. “T-thank you.” He croaked. “No one has ever been with me before.” He said sadly.
She frowned. “Does Brick know?”
Boomer shifted on the balls of his feet. “No.”
“Do...do you have these often?” She was almost afraid to ask.
“Once a month maybe. Most of the time I’m at home, haven’t have a public one in a while.”
“Was there anything that could have caused it?”
He bit his lip and shrugged. “No. You read those books, they are random but Brick and Butch fighting constantly and the stress of school doesn’t help. But it's okay.” He offered her a smile. “That ice trick worked really well. Without you, I probably would have been there until school got out. I’m just really happy it was you and not anyone else.” He said honestly.
“I think you should tell your brothers. You can barely speak in that state and I would hate for something to happen when you couldn’t call out for anyone.”
He tightened his hold on his backpack and gulped. “I don’t want to. Its embarrassing. I’d rather keep it to myself, I can handle it.”
She knew there was no way he would budge. She exhaled and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Im installing a safety button. My sisters and I have a button that we can push that automatic lets us know when we are in danger and can’t speak. It's mostly for missions and things like that but this is just as important.” She handed him his phone back. “So when ever this happens and you feel like you need some help or someone to just sit there with you, I’m one click away.”
He stared at the button and placed his thumb over it. A beeping noise came from Blossoms phone and she pulled it out to silence it. “See like that.”
A wave of emotions came over Boomer as he began to tear up for the hundredth time. “Blossom, I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”
Blossom brought him in for another hug. “You won’t be alone any longer, I promise.”
She felt him nod against her shoulder and wiped the tear steaming down his cheek with her thumb. “Lets go get you check out to the office and sent home, you should rest.”
“Yeah. I’m a little dizzy.”
She wrapped her arm around his and the began to walk towards the office just as the bell rang.
“Damn it, I miss third period.” Boomer sighed.
“Its fine. Buttercup will give you the homework and I’ll get anything else you need.”
“You really don’t have to Bloss.”
“As a hero and more importantly, a friend, I will.” Blossom said.
“Boomer.” They heard a voice behind and she knew instantly it was Brick.
They stopped walking just as Brick came in front of them. “The hell are you doing?” Brick asked as he looked at their conjoined arms.
Boomer was about to say something but Blossom squeezed his arm.
“Hes not feeling well and I’m sending him home.” Blossom stated.
“You were fine this morning.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Buttercup said you ditched class.”
“He didn’t ditch. Some of us have emotions and right now Boomer is not feeling too well, he can explain on his own time but as his now older sister, I am making him go home and rest.”
“What she said.” Boomer said just as he yawned.
Brick rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, go home.”
Boomer gave him a small smile.
“Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in the office.” Blossom said as Boomer walked ahead.
“Is he really sick?” Brick asked and she could sense that he was really worried.
“I wouldn’t say that but its also not my place. Just go easy on him, he's having a hard time right now and I think having his brother help him through it would be good for both of you.” She reassured him.
“Alright, whatever. I’ll make sure Boomer is fine.”
Blossom smiled and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You're so sweet.” She gushed dramatically.
Bricks face flushed slightly as he took her hand and tried to hide his smirk. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s not be late to chemistry.”
“Would love too but I have to go use my puff powers to get my new little brother home.”
“Little brother?” Brick shook his head. “What are you adopting him next?”
“I just might.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya in class.” She winked as she headed towards the office.
She found Boomer sitting in one of the chairs. “If you could stop canoodling with my brother, I would like to leave, I got a massive headache and my face is a disaster from crying.”
“We weren’t canoodling.” She said under her breath as she went up to the office lady.
Boomer sat and watched as she talked. He felt better by a landslide since she came to help him and hearing her refer to him as a little brother made him a little more happy then he cared to admit. Watching Blossom talk and win over the woman made him smile as he hugged his arms together.
“Yeah, big sis would be nice.” He said to himself but he didn't miss the way her lips turned up into a small smile.
I hope you enjoyed! I actually really liked this prompt and sometimes its good to read things that can help you in daily life.
