slumber

passing out

A few notes before I start:
Please be kind, i usually write short stories rather than fanfics so bare with me.

《 TW : fainting / panic attack like symptoms / blood. Anemia focus  》

It's going to dive straight into the action so if you wanted a build up this isn't the place for you.
Enjoy <3

CONTEXT : YOU ARE A 18 YEAR OLD BRITISH STREAMER. YOU ARE AT A MEETUP IN AMERICA. YOU ARE WITH WILBUR, DREAM, TOMMY, TUBBO, GEORGE, SAPNAP, NIKKI, JACK, KARL, QUACKITY, RANBOO, BAD AND PHIL. some people won't be mentioned. This is gonna be platonic but I might write another that isn't after this.

You carefully stood from the game of uno, placing your cards face down on the wooden floorboards and excusing yourself to go and get some water. The kitchen swirled and warped in blackened patterns as your feet tried to stay in a relatively straight line towards the sink. Slowing considerably you shuffled to the island in the centre of the kitchen area, gripping the sides until a pale cool settled in your knuckles. Passing out in front of this many people wasn't exactly on your bucket list and especially people who you hadn't really spoken to much before so your affinity to get out of the room was high.
Trailing your hand along the edge of the counter top you padded towards the front door which led to a small patio area, a place where you could sit and catch your breath to try and avoid passing out. You were sure the small slam of the door roused a few heads but hopefully not enough to cause anyone the bother of getting up and following you out.

Sitting carefully on the paved step leading to the patio you bent over forwards, resting your head between your knees and inhaling slowly, practicing the breathing exercises the doctors had shown to you for situations like this. Air seemed to be rushing in but it was never enough, it felt like the oxygen just wasn't arriving and instead was merely teasing you with just too little. Heat crawled up your neck and a sweat blanketed your skin; blackness began to ink your vision again and a rushing penetrated your ears. Your eyes snapped shut trying desperately to counteract the spinning of the surroundings and instead focus on the distant laughter as your friends continued to play cards inside. It wasn't enough however, and soon you let the stars which desperately clawed at you pull you into the abyss.

A crash from inside pulled you from your unsettled slumber and lifted you to reality again. You lay on your side on the patio, a light warmth on your head indicated you were bleeding. Your finger reached up to cup the wound and your vision was soon met with a syrupy red which coated your fingertips.

"Shit." You muttered, hoisting yourself into a sitting position. This proved to be a bad idea as pain immediately shot through your head and burned its way into your whole body. Your vision blackened for a few seconds before clearing slightly, leaving behind an array of coloured spots. A pounding in your ears and head indicated you wouldn't be able to get up and so panic begun to set in. Hot trails slipped down your cheeks and in a panic you swiped at your face, fearing more blood but instead was met with hot salty tears.

"Y/n?" A voice caught her attention as she whipped around to look at the culprit. Tommy stood at the door, gaping at you with worry plastered across his face. "Holy shit what happened?!"

Breathing eradically you swiveled slightly to face him. "I passed out" you half whispered, tears still gathering on your chin before splattering on the patio and pooling with the crimson.

He stared at you a little before whipping around a dashing back inside. You heard a muffled "WILBUR" from inside followed by a lot of loud shuffling.

You let your eyes close for a moment before opening them again to reveal two new sets of shoes in front of you.

"You passed out?" Came the voice of wilbur. Though phrased like a question it was more of a statement to which you nodded. "Do you know why?" He inquired.
You did know why. You were heavily anemic and sometimes it just happened. Paired with panic, fainting was common, you just usually didn't pass out on stones and cut your head.