~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

~This Small Ass Room~

TW: Anxiety or Panic Attacks, throwing up, and claustrophobia

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Wilbur's POV:

You know what, maybe this room was a bit smaller than I thought. It was tiny. It was suffocating.

Before I was in this room I was somewhat calm. My breathing was uneven, sure, but I was fine. But now that I was in the tiny room, alone, everything that happened slowly started to sink in.

Everything was suddenly cold. I was freezing.

My whole body started to shake. Maybe It was a good thing Q pushed me on the floor. If I was standing I most likely would have fell.

The room started to close in on me more. It felt tight. The room then started to spin

I began to cry. I hugged myself tight. I really did wish this was a dream. But it wasn't a dream. I knew that already. My vision was blurry. Was I going to die?

I started to do my breathing exercises. 

I tried to stand up to see if there was anything in this damned room that could help me. Q did say this room had everything I needed.

I looked around, it didn't take long to see a button on my night stand with a note next to it. I stumbled towards it, continuing to try and level my breathing. The note said:

Hey Wilbur! We know you have anxiety and mental issues. If you have any trouble breathing, feeling like you're having a panic attack, or feeling stressed out (to the point of having a head ache) press this button!  -Agent C <3

I knew this was supposed to be comforting but it, in fact, made my breathing pick up faster. Why and how did they know everything? My closest friends didn't even know I had anxiety. It was because I was too scared to tell them. Only my family and my therapist knew. I started to feel sick.

I had no choice but to press the button. I was surely going to faint. I at least wanted someone to be there with me, even if I didn't know the person at all.

The button made a slight tingling sound as I lost balanced and fell to the floor.

Yep, I was going to throw up.

I held my mouth.

Then I heard my lock shuffle and then door pushed open. And there was Dr. C. He looked a bit panicked. He rushed over to me and sat me upright against my bed. 

"I wasn't expecting a panic attack from you this quick but, it makes sense, I don't know why."

He pulled a bottle filled with tablets out of his lab coat pocket and grabbed a water bottle from under the bedside table.

"Here, swallow this Wilbur, it'll help you calm down."

 I took the pill reluctantly and drank the water he offered me. My shoulders relaxed.  My breathing calmed.  Whatever drug he just gave me worked way better than my usual prescription medicine.

"I knew it would work!" 

My head was still spinning slightly as a slowly stood up, put my hand on my new bed.

"Thanks, I guess..." Sure, my breathing slowed up a bit and the shaking slightly stopped, but I still felt sick- 

I ran to a garbage bin and threw up my guts. The bin was cold, it felt weird and slippery against my very hot and sweaty hands. My throat started hurt. I began to cry. Again. 

I felt weak.

A hand was on my back. The bin suddenly had my support. Agent C was holding it up. He wasn't saying anything. Some people might say he wasn't being a 'good doctor' but at that moment I felt comforted in a  weird way. Like he was giving me unspoken help. He was letting me cry instead of trying to stop me, instead of trying to shut me up and keep my feelings on the inside.

If I really was going to end up being a doctor, I hope I'm like him.

After getting cleaned up and eating some soup Agent C brought from the cafeteria, I went to sleep, feeling weirdly calm and at peace. Somehow forgetting what I was now involved in. 

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A/n: yes, this is filler, but we love some Charlie content so...

yeah