Saving Us || l.h

F O U R

I got off my plane at LAX, pretty shaken. I'd had a panic attack out of no where in the middle of my flight and everyone around me were not happy. "Dylan!" I hear Luke's voice call as I step through the tunnel. I look around, spotting my tall fiancé, my body relaxing. I walk over to him, letting his arms circle me in a tight hug.

"How was your flight? You look a little pale..." He frowns, pulling me to sit down by him. "I had a panic attack about halfway here." I mumble, rubbing my forehead. I'd taken four ibuprofen, but it still hasn't knocked the headache. "Did you take anything?" He asks, worry lacing his tone. I nod, holding up four fingers. "Do you know what brought it on?" I shake my head. "I've never had one on a plane physically, and I haven't had one that bad since Germany."

He frowns, looking around. "Do you think you should-" "I probably should, I just don't want to, they make me moody half the time." I sigh, leaning back in the large chair. "But they'll help you." He pushes. "Maybe, I'll talk to my doctor when I see her next month, find out what I should do." "Alright." He says, kissing my temple. Our flight is called, and we board the plane first class, and I sleep the entire way.

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"Mum! We're here!" Luke's voice echoes through the house and I look around, seeing a large Christmas tree in the corner of their living room. "Is that you Luke?" I hear Liz ask from the kitchen, coming out with oven mitts on. "And Dylan!" She says happily. I give a weak smile, my head still pounding. "Uh-oh. Nope. Where's your typical smile?" She frowns, holding me at arms length. "I just have a headache, that's all." "Still?" Luke frowns. I nod. "Call your doctor, please." He begs. "Fine." I mumble, going to his room to make the call.

"Doctor Anne's office, how can I help you?" "This is Dylan Ryan, I am a patient of Doctor Anne and I was wondering if I could speak to her?" "One moment please." "Doctor Anne speaking." "Hi, this is Dylan Ryan." "How are you Dylan?" "I've been better, lately, I've been having strong panic attacks that occur out of the blue and I was wondering if I should start taking the pills again?" "How bad?" "Well, I had one probably about 20 hours ago and I took ibuprofen but my headache still isn't gone and the last two I've had were major, I've landed in the hospital the first time and the second time I was on a plane."

"Alright, um, I want you to start taking them again but when you come visit me next month I think I want to up the dosage for one perscription and then once you refill that you'll go back to your regular." "Alright, thank you." I say. "No problem, see you next month." I hang up, collapsing back on the bed. "So?" Luke asks, coming in. "I have to take them again." I sigh.

"They can't be that bad." He says. "You haven't experienced me taking them yet." I mumble. "I get real moody and sometimes, especially after I've had a panic attack, I have really bad nightmares if it's close to bed time and it's the most annoying thing because I can't help any of it and then with the nightmares I'm up the rest of the night." He sighs, pulling me into his chest. "I won't let you have any nightmares." "I can't help them Luke, my mind just begins to go into hyperdrive and put bad situations into my mind." "I'll be here when you wake up though." He promises.

"Did I snap at your mom downstairs?" I ask, remembering I wasn't the kindest. "No, but you weren't completely polite. But she understood that you feel like shit." "Still." I mumble. "It's okay." He says, kissing my forehead. I collapse back onto his bed, staring at the fan above me. "The pills are in the bathroom bag, can you hand them to me? I ask, pulling my water bottle from the net on my backpack.

He digs through my suitcase, handing me the bottle and I take one out, tossing it on top of my clothes in my suitcase. I take it, laying back down and closing my eyes. "Do you have to sleep on the couch again?" "Dunno. Let's not go find out though." I let out a laugh, curling up into his side.