Crabstickz Imagines

He Has A Panic Attack

Your boyfriend Chris was working hard on a video. He'd been working on it for days, no strike that weeks. He kept adding and then deleting scenes. However, you knew it was deeper than that. He was worried about it ethically, worried about what content he was putting out. Worried about the image he was portraying. This whole crisis was bothering him very much.

"Argggggg!" You heard him scream. You rushed in from making his lunch.

"Aw babe it's okay," you rubbed his shoulders gently. He didn't make a sound. Suddenly you heard Chris's breathing hasten.

"Babe?" You gasped. You went down onto your knees in front of him. Chris was struggling for air, his breathing was uneven.

"Oh no Chris you're having a panic attack, okay okay okay!" You mumbled worriedly. "Okay just breathe baby, in and out," you instructed. You wrapped your arms around him rubbing his back sweetly. You heard his breathing steady slightly.

"I'm okay now," Chris announced after a few moments. "I'm just so scared I won't be myself, that this video will just be a façade, I don't even know what's wrong with me!" He was crying now.

"Oh Angel," you kissed his scruffy cheek. "Honey it's okay," you told him gently. "You're not being fake, you're the realist person I know please stop beating yourself up, please," you begged. "I love you, your watchers love you. Everything is going to be okay." He nodded sniffing.

"Sorry," he apologized his voice thick and scratchy from crying.

"No need to apologize now let's take a nap you've been working too hard," you told him and the two of you climbed in bed together and fell into a restful sleep.