Pannick Attack (tremmett)
Trigger Warning : PTSD, Anxiety, Nightmares, Pannick Attacks, Gun Violence
“No!” Emmett jolted up heart pounding and mind racing. His nerves lit with anxiety from the hell he'd just experienced. Travis some how had managed to sleep through the whole ordeal and Emmety felt himself physically loosing control, the feeling he most hated in the world. He clenched and unclenched his first as a failed attempt to come back to reality.
“Fuck.” Emmett said quietly getting out of bed slowly making sure not to wake his boyfriend who had to be up very early the next morning. Travis made a little growling noise that Emmett would have appreciated if not the sheer terror running through him. Once out of bed his walked slowly to the bathroom turning on the light and locking the door behind him.
“Im having a pannick attack.” Emmett knew of he awknodeged what was happening he'd be in less pain and hope fully it would be over soon.
He closed his eyes leaning against the sink. Which was probably a bad idea because it only made the flash back worse.
“No no no no.” He knew it wasn't real but the nightmare he'd had threw him into a flash back so strong he could see it with his eyes open. Emmett decided in that moment if whoever the greater being would let him survive this he'd be getting a lot of much needed therepy.
“Dogs...think about dogs.” Emmett tried his hardest to visualize something else and just take him out if the state he was in but all he could think was
“Not real...this is not real...itll be over soon.” He knew there was one way to make the indescribable hell he was in stop. But that would hurt physically himself and emotionally his boyfriend.
“No!” Emmett slammed his hand down on the sink a little too loudly he probably just sprained or brused his wrist because it hurt like hell but gave him a second of clarity.
“Baby?” Hearing travis voice Emmett froze in his pannick. He wasn't sure why he felt a mixture of fear and relief. Travis isn't his dad so he wouldn't be getting screamed at. Travis us good.
“Shut Up!” He heard the door jangle and his vision went black.
“Drive.” Cool metal against his temple
“If you run, hide, or call for help I won’t hesitate to shoot you.” Sweat dripping
“Are you and idiot...i have a gun and I will shoot you.”
“No!” Suddenly arms wrapped around his body and he flinched
Im probably suffocating.
“Do you need me to call someone?” It's female
“No...hes almost done...Just go back to sleep Vic.” That voice is familiar and he likes the deepness. It's comforting. It's good.
“I swear to God...if you don't give me what I want I will shoot all of you and I won't even feel bad about because you were too stupid to save your own good damn lives!”
Emmett knows what next...he’s gonna fall, then
“Give him the damn code.” it's almost over next is the number
“8375#.” He's gonna back away, she's gonna get fhs drugs.
“Bang.” She’s dead. He open’s his eyes and everything is too bright. Travis’s arms are wrapped around him and he's in his lap.
“Come back to me please.” he says his voice groggy from exhaustion but still so attractive it hurts.
“Im fine...im sorry I woke you...im fine now.” Emmstt tried standing up on shaky legs but two arms held him back.
“You’re litterly shaking, stop moving.” all the fight had left his body. So he just slumped against Travis.
“I need therapy.” Emmett started shailkly
“No...really?” The sarcasm in Travis voice was strong enough to make emmett laugh. Emmett rolled over placing his ear over Travis chest the steady thump of his heart reminding him it was over.
“Are you okay?” Emmett sighed looking at a crack in Travis bathroom tile.
“Yeah...i am...now.” Travis ran a hand there his blond hair several times over and he was filled with this overwhelming urge to sob. Usually he could keep it in but today wasn't that day. He hated how fucked his brain was sometimes. He hated that he made the decision to stay that day for Maya. Most of all he hated that his only parent left hated him and fully belived he was going to hell. He missed his dad and his missed his sanity. Instead of sucking it in he just buried his head info Travis’s shirt and let out a muffled sob.
“Its okay baby- just let it out....let it all out.” He wasn't sure if minutes or hours past when he sheepishly looked up at his boyfriend. Who hand long since just buried his nose in his hair and tightened his grip on him.
“You have very beautiful eyes.” Travis said softly before laying a kiss on his forehead.
“I just went phyco and all you can say is...you have nice eyes?” Travis scoffed
“What I said is you have beautifull eyes.” Emmett sighed wiping away the remains of his tears.
“What time is it ?” Travis looked down at his late husbands watch and sighed
“Don’t be...you have a lot of trauma...you don’t have to apologize for struggling it’s okay...plus you deal with my nightmares all the time...and I don’t even cry for you.” Emmett laughed softly.
“What time do you have to be in?” Travis frowned playing with Emmetts hair.
“I think 7....but maya owes me a favor so I’m gonna call and see if she’ll give me a later shift.”
“So you can sleep?”
“So we can sleep.” Emmett shook his head
“No way I’m going through that again...I’ll just make coffee and take a cold shower to wake myself up.
“Not acceptable...were gonna snuggle and go to sleep together like normal gay couples.” After a few minutes Travis moved the couple back to there bedroom. He didn't complain when his boyfriend curled up to him closer than ever before. And he wasn't annoyed when his chest became a pillow. Travis lie awake casually stroking his hair and making sure he's breathing don't speed up. Around 5:00 his phone rang and a response from Maya appeared
“If you ever text me at 3:45 in the morning again I'll kill you. Stay home today finch wants overtime pay.” He types a quick response
“Thanks maya...youd never...love ya.” a few seconds later he got a response.
“Carina just saw that text without her contacts in apparently “tiffany” and I are having an affair so fuck you 💔”
“😂 sorry ttyl.”
“Byee” around 6:am Travis deemed his ken sleep acceptable as Emmett hadn't shown any signs of distress in hours. He closed his eyes just as the sun rose over the horizon.
I hope you enjoyed this. I really tried to write a pan ick attack. Thoughts? Also I tried here really hard here so don't bully me.