It’s Going To Be Okay
Trigger Warnings: Anxiety Attack (tell me if there are any more!)
Parings: Prinxiety (side LAMP) (if you squint)
Word Count: 724
Virgil’s POV
It was a normal day just as any other. No deadlines and nothing to say that today was going to go wrong. Thomas was enjoying his first day off in weeks, napping on his couch after watching a couple episodes of Steven Universe in the late morning.
So, Virgil had to ruin it.
Virgil was just sitting on his bed when it hit him. A wave of panic crashed over him, and he dropped his phone right on the ground, subsequently yanking the earbuds he had in, out. He just wanted to see if there was anything different from his usual headphones that he liked. He was regretting that decision now.
Another wave of panic hit him. It felt like the panic was seeping into his bones and wrapping around his lungs a throat, making it hard to breathe.
He curled up as wave after wave hit him, not letting him breathe properly and making his head pound. He would call one of the others, but they were napping (seeing as there wasn’t much to do), and he didn’t want to wake them up, but it looked like he was running out of options. If he couldn’t quell the panic rising up inside of him, it would wake up Thomas, and the others would be upset with him.
Virgil started to spiral further thinking that if he didn’t stop it now, the others would yell at him. Maybe they put up with him now, but they weren’t going to help him forever, right? The more he thought about it, the more he got buried further under the panic. What if they hated him? I mean, they probably already did, but what if they hated him more? What if they found a way to substitute what he did, and they didn’t need him anymore? What if they just forgot about him, and he faded? What would happen then?
He was interrupted by a knock at his door, and a voice came through the wood making his heart stop for a minute.
“VIrgil? Are you okay? Thomas seems distressed. Is everything alright? Is it okay if I come in?”
Roman. That was definitely Roman’s voice. As much as Virgil wanted to answer the prince, he couldn’t. He hardly had enough room to breathe, and he could feel the burning in his lungs as he was gasping for breath.
“Virgil? I’m sorry, but I’m coming in..” Roman said, and Virgil could hear the worried tone in his voice. Seconds later, the door opened, and Roman came into the room, his eyes quickly glancing around the room until they landed on Virgil. Virgil wondered how pitiful he looked, gasping for breath, curled up in the middle of his bed. No wonder the others hated him. He couldn’t even protect Thomas. The poor boy probably was feeling at least part of this. That must be why Roman was here. To help Thomas. It just so happened that they needed to help him to do that. They didn’t actually care.
“Virgil? Virgil?! Can you hear me? Come on. Just listen to my voice. That’s it.” When Virgil refocused his thoughts, he saw the blurred figure of Roman standing right in front of the bed, his hands hovering over the sheets. “Hey, bud. Can you focus for a sec.? Can I come up? I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I just want to help.” Virgil could only nod as his vision tunneled and faded at the edges. Roman got up on the bed, and brought Virgil to his chest, resting VIrgil’s head on his heart. Virgil could faintly hear Roman counting, and his breathing matched it. Before too much longer, Virgil found himself following Roman’s pattern, and his breath started falling into a 4-7-8 pattern(which is actually really hard for me).
“There we go. Great job, Virgil. You got it. Just keep following my breathing. There ya go. You’re doing great.” Roman’s voice sounded like it was under water, but Roman was tapping a rhythm on his leg, and he just focused of the steady rise and fall of Roman’s chest.
As Virgil calmed down more, he felt exhausted. The many nights of no sleep finally catching up to him. With Roman’s arms wrapped around him, Virgil’s world went dark as he started to sleep.
I GOT ONE OUT FINALLY!!
sorry if this one sucks...
