⚙Random oneshot/

,,Just sleep,,

First chapter.

TW:: Sad stuff/ swearing/ anxiety/panic attacks.

Hurt/comfort

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,,The apocalypse was taking a toll on everyone in the small cabin. They had barely enough food to feed the 3 of them and the loss of his best friend was weighing heavy on Carson's mind. They would have lost track of time if it wasn't for brian who insisted on keeping track of the days so that they knew how long the food would last and for 'research purposes',,

,,Carter was as of current, sitting on the floor if his bedroom. They used to be a cabin fit for 4 people but when Jacob left to hunt for food or even help and didn't come back its started taking a toll on carters mind. He shook his head trying to expelle the thought from his mind but it was a fruitless effort they lingered like a bitter taste on the tongue.,,

,,He slowly gripped the side of his bed and attempted standing but his trembling fingers and shaking weak legs decided that the floor was a more comfortable panic area and he fell back onto the floor with a loud-ish thud,,

,,It dawned on him that he fell after a few moments of comprehending the situation before attempting the same action again but still to no avail. A wave of panic rushed through his entire body. He let out a shakey breathe and put his head in his hands trying to calm himself and think of any possible way he could or would calm his own nerves,,

Brian's POV

,,I was normally a very light sleeper. That's why i was somewhat crossed when i heard a loud thud from the room next to me. Honestly knowing carson it could possibly be anything, he could be playing 'indoor kickball' which was the game i had lost my tooth to or it could be jacob- no he is sure to have died. Then it could be people from the outside. I spent no time getting up out of bed and throwing on a cheep outfit and walking out into the corridor. There was no sign of any damage outside. At least if there was intruders they would only be after carson which gives us enough time to escape.,,

,,i honestly didn't hate Carson, just the things he did. He could be very inconsiderate of other people but he wasn't necessarily bad or a bad person, he was always somewhat kind to me. I put my hand on the metal door handle. I should have grabbed a weapon before hand. I guess i wasn't thinking to hard. I turned to door handle and chucked the door open. Of course you could expect my shock and surprise at the man i had idolized for most of my years curled up on the floor in a fetal position, shaking like a leaf on the wind with his hands covering his face. He looked directly up at me as if i was a demon from hell. 'G-Get out! Out now!' He yelled at me while weakly pointing at me. I noticed his tears dripping onto the hard flood floor as he seemed to had lost the strength right them and there and curl his arms towards his chest.

3rd POV

,,Brian stood start struck but promptly ignored his friends instructions and walked over to him. He hesitated for a moment. 'Can i touch you? Just to pick you up a bit-' he asked. Carson nodded slowly. He put his pride aside for just a while to accept the help. Brian grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up into a sitting position. He sat in front of Carson and tried to assess the situation. Carson on the other hand was panicking. His breathing was heavy, shallow and uneven and he was on the verge of hiperventaling. He was still shaking like a leaf and sobbing to the point the cold tears was dripping onto the carpit as he sat in front of the smaller male. Brian put a hand on his shoulder. 'Ok, focus on your breathing. Try to match it with mine ok?' He said calmly. His breathing was steady, stable and it had a rhythm. Carson swallowed his sobs and inhaled & exhaled, trying to match Brian's as best as he could. 'Look, your doing great. Just keep mirroring me' The breathing session went on for a while. Carson started to calm down more and more while brains nerves started to ease up a bit. 'Are you ok, carson?' He asked feeling a need for an answer.,,

,,'I'm fine just please don't tell anyone about. Well this' he asked while folding his hands in his lap. 'I do want to be a therapist sooo yeah. Besides its the apocalypse. Who am i gonna a tell? John really don't care what we do-' he said while rambling on a bit. 'But if its ok to ask. What brought this on. You don't have to tell me i was just wondering.' Carson felt a small lump form in his throat recalling the events. 'Jacob' he murmured. 'Oh... well if you want i could stay the night to well keep your mind off thing.' Brian added. 'Yeah, sure. But i swear if tou-' brian cut him off '-tell anyone i swear I'll kill you i know the whole speech.' Carson's shoulders slumped as the tension held in this faded away 'thanks' he muttered. 'Your a good guy ya know' brian smirked. 'Yeah...'