Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

Allergic Reaction/Anxiety Reduction

Request - Could you do one where the reader has ADHD and anxiety and has a panic attack then one where the reader has depression and has a bad day and Kayce comforts her? 

Author's note - this one will be the anxiety one! Took a little spin on this one :) 

Ever since you could remember, you would play with your hair when you were anxious. It was the tale-tell sign that your anxieties had overcome the realistic side of your brain when you would shut down, sit where you were, and play with your hair. For the most part, anyone looking at you would simply think you were twirling your hair around or braiding small strands together. But inside your mind during those times was an exhausting place for you to be.  

It wasn't helping you this time though. 

You had already pulled out a decent-sized clump of hair when you looked at your lap. You frowned, forcing your hands to stop. You were sitting in the hospital waiting room, having brought Tate in a few minutes ago. You weren't sure what was wrong with him. The two of you had been out in town doing some shopping and errands when he started to develop welts on his throat and chin...a red rash coming up soon after and then Tate couldn't breathe. 

Your heart was racing as you pictured his sweet face in pain, eyes crying because he was just as scared as you were. You put him in your passenger seat, not the place for a seven-year-old, and flew to the nearest clinic you could. Tate passed out in your arms as you walked in, screaming for help. They took him back immediately, but you weren't his parent so you were forced to stay in the waiting room. 

Your breathing was shaky as your knee bounced up and down, tapping on the tile floor. The nurse behind the reception area looked up at the noise and saw you. Her face was analyzing you and you felt even more dread. They probably thought you were some terrible person, bringing a child in who couldn't breathe. You picked at your bottom lip as you saw her stand up. 

"Ma'am?" The nurse said. "Would you like some water?" 

"What?" You asked her, looking up. 

The fluorescent lights blinded you slightly, not having noticed how bright they were when you first got there. They made you feel slightly woozy so you looked down quickly. But the floor didn't stop coming toward you and in seconds your face seemed to almost hit the tile, but you had passed out right before. 

**

You blinked slowly, opening your eyes. You were on the floor of the waiting room, two nurses now looking down at you. You smelled something strong, making you scrunch your nose and try to turn away. 

"There she is," One of the nurses said and moved a cotton ball from under your nose. 

You sat up but they each held onto one of your shoulders.

"Easy," One said. "You didn't fall far, but you still smacked your head." 

"What happened?" You asked, feeling a dull headache now that she mentioned it. 

"I'd say a panic attack," She smiled at you. "Do you get those?" 

"A panic attack?" You asked and she nodded. "Um...I haven't had one since I was in college." 

"You were giving us all the signs," She moved so you could stretch your legs out. "And you were white as a ghost." 

"Take some deep breaths for us," The other nurse held your wrist, checking your pulse...I'm sure you were scared with the little boy you brought it. We've contacted his father who should be here any minute." 

"Kayce?" You asked her. 

"Y/N?" 

The three of you looked over to see Kayce walking through the front doors, a worried look on his face. He took a few steps over and kneeled where you were on the floor. But seeing Kayce only made you think of one thing.