Would you write about Arsenal getting a panic attack after a successful mission and the ways his vigilant girlfriend will help him through? Thank you
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He was fine. They were fine. Everyone was fine.
Even though Roy knew everyone was safe and the mission was a success, he could still feel his mind spiraling downward. Like some primal reaction he couldn’t get ahold of. Like falling down a well and trying to grip the smooth, wet sides as the world got narrower & darker in his vision.
Apparently, [Y/N] noticed something was wrong. Standing so close to him it was likely hard to miss the vacant, long-eyed stare and uptick in his breathing. Roy can hear them calling his name, but it sounds muffled. Like the well was taking that away from him too.
His vision then righted a bit as [Y/N] stepped in front of him. No longer miles away but still unclear. They then very calmly tell him to breath and then ask, “what are 5 things you see right now?”
“Uh….tree…grass…Jason…you…dirt.”
“Good. What are 4 things you can feel?”
“I uh…ground…under my feet.” His boots subconsciously shift. The gravel moving loose under them. “My palms are sweaty.” Probably from the fight. Maybe from the cold sweats that formed on them. “My shirt is itchy.” His uniform wasn’t usually uncomfortable but right now everything felt itchy. Too close. Too much. “My nose hurts.” Oh yeah. He got punched.
“What are 3 things you hear?”
“Birds.” They were far away but Roy could hear them coming back from the distance of the tree line. “Metal. What the hell is Jason yelling about?” He could hear his friend arguing with Kori about something, as the princess used her superhuman strength to sift through the rubble. The metal sound being cars brushed out of her way.
“What are 2 things you smell?”
“Cordite.” Also likely from Jason. But maybe from his own exploding arrows. “Dust.” The 4 of you had kicked up a lot.
“Good, good. Now, what can you taste?”
Roy scrunched his face at the silly question, but then his tongue tasted copper. “Blood. Am I bleeding??”
“A little.” [Y/N] told him as they carefully reached forward to brush the blood from his nose. “Are you ok now?”
“Yeah. I’m alright.” Roy said. Taking another deep breath, a much calmer one this time, and fixing his hat. “Thanks.”
[Y/N] reached out again, this time to take his hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Roy returned it. Feeling grounded again through the exercise and their touch.
He was fine. They were fine. Everyone was fine. The danger was over now and they could go home. Everything was fine.
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