Will Wood I Guess

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Panic Attack

I believe that's it, I could be wrong. Let me know if there are any others to add. 

Will was preparing to do another episode of the podcast. He wasn't doing too well mentally, and since this was the first episode in a while, he was kinda nervous. Will and Chris had discussed that they wouldn't do it live.

Until Chris forgot and asked Will.

"Hey Will, since it s the first episode in a while, wanna go live on Instagram?" Chris asked on his phone.

"Uhh sure, if you want," Will spoke reluctantly.

Chris wasn't paying attention but turned the mics on and got some semi descent lighting. Chris then proceeded to set the phone up and press live.

Will immediately felt unbelievably nauseas and dizzy. He knew that if he showed that, people would ask questions and shit. Will grabs his bottle of water, taking a sip.

Will and Chris do the intro as per usual.

The comments were asking questions and trying to converse within the chat. Will looked at the view count, his hands began to feel clammy. Chris asked Will to read the first question.

"Hi Chris and Will, What will writing look like in the world to come? Beans," Will read.

They both began answering the question. 

There was a question that then turned to talking about Will's personal life. Will became shaky. His breathing was uneven. He could hear his heart pumping loudly. Will's mouth went dry. 

"Uhhh Chris, I'm... gonna go to....to the bathroom," Will said with a shaky voice. 

Chris gave Will a confused and concerned look before returning to the stream.  The chat was going wild with concern for William. 

"Guys he's fine, no need to dwell on him," Chris spoke as he read the chats. 

Meanwhile

Will had ran to the bathroom, locking the door. He was shaking violently. His breathing was incredibly uneven. Will's vision became blurry. He was hearing things, the chats, notifications, Chris's voice. 

Will could hear his heart pumping in his ears. He leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor. He gripped his chest. He couldn't breathe. It was painful to do anything at all.

Will's phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Chris.

"DUDE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!! YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR 45MINS,"

Will attempted to text Chris back.

"Panik attek Cant breth in batrom"

It took Chris a minute to read the message before understanding what Will had wrote.

Chris proceed to sign off of the stream with no context. The viewers were extremely confused and partly worried about Will and Chris just suddenly leaving.

Will and Chris's phone continuously getting notifications, becoming unusable . 

Chris knocked on the door, Will couldn't hear the knocking.

"Will, you okay in there?" Chris spoke loudly but he didn't yell.

Will simply said a singular word.

"Help"

It was just above a whisper. 

"Can you unlock the door?" Chris said through the door.

"....No...." Will said.

Chris realised he would need to go grab the skeleton key to the house. 

Will was still struggling to breath and stop shaking. Thank god he was in the bathroom because he could feel the food he consumed that day come up his throat and into the toilet. 

Chris went into the shed to go find the key. It was in a box next to a bottle of oil for the car. The issue was that there was 5 keys on a key ring. Chris ran as fast as he could to the bathroom where Will was panicking. 

Chris tried the first key, it didn't work. The next key, Didn't work either. Third key, Didn't work again. 

*Click*

The door unlocked. Will was in the bath tub in a ball. His phone was on the floor, it had died.

"Will, can you name 5 things you can see?" Chris said as he gripped Will hand in hopes to stable the taller male. 

"Y-you, th-the sink, the towels, the toilet, a-and my phone," Will said through gasps.

"Well done, name 4 things you can hear,"

"Your voice, my breathing, your phone going off, the water in the toilet," Will said being able to breath slightly better.

"Good job, 3 things you feel," 

"Your hand, pain in my back, my shirt," Will said squeezing Chris's hand slightly.

"You're doing well, 2 thing you can smell,"

"My deodorant, the  air freshener,"

"Wonderful, 1 thing you can taste,"

"Vomit"

By the end, Will was feeling better. Not 100% better but still better. Chris offered Will a hand to get up. Will took it.  Chris pulled Will up from the tub.

"Do you want to get some food or do you want to go take nap?" Chris asked. 

"I'm gonna take a nap," Will said very tiredly. 

Will began walking away.

"WAIT what about the podcast?" Will asked with panic in his voice. 

"We can rerecord the episode tomorrow. We can redo some of the question if you want," Chris spoke. 

"You sure? we can redo the episode today if you want. Plus I feel bad about leaving the stream really early on," Will said.

"Look, you just had a really bad panic attack. I refuse to let you do the podcast," Chris said demandingly. 

Will nodded before walking towards his room. He still wasn't feeling great, both physically and mentally. 

Will plugged his phone on charge and waited for it to turn back on before checking his socials. 

Will was getting about 50 different DMs from fans who watched him leave the stream and not return. 

Will got the urge to reply to them and explain or something. He knew that that would only fuel the flame, people would then gossip about him on twitter. 

Will couldn't relax and plus he felt incredibly sick in the stomach from throwing up. 

Will got up and walked towards the kitchen that was connected to the living room to which Chris was seated in. 

"Hey bud how you feeling?" Chris asked seeing Will walk in.

"Not great, I threw up while in the bathroom so I just want so water and a small bite of food," said Will. 

Chris nodded as Will grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold water from the fridge. He grabbed a banana and went back to his room. 

Will ate the banana before drinking some water as he takes some ibuprofen.  

Will then proceed to go back into his bed and let himself fall asleep. 

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