You Don't Know Me | A Andy Gibb What If Story

Chapter 90

"Darling, I feel like I can't breathe," Andy remarked as we were settling into bed.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked him as he looked stressed.

"My chest feels tight," he commented as he sat up.

I looked at him and I thought it was a heart attack at first.

"Is your arm numb?" I asked him as I turned my body to face him.

"No it's just my chest," he told me.

"It's probably an anxiety attack," I told him as caressed his face.

He sighed.

"You need to focus on something good or happy," I told him.

He leaned back against the headboard.

"Try and do a deep breath in through your nose like this," I demonstrated.

"O-okay," he commented.

One thing if at all Andy never disclosed if he ever had these panic attacks. I had them sometimes. He knew about them. But, for himself, I don't know if he knew that's what it was. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked him as he took a couple of deep breaths.

"Better actually," he remarked as his chest seemed to finally relax from the shallow breathing.

"Do you want me to call an ambulance or anything?" I asked him.

He shook his head.

"I get these sometimes often in the middle of the night and just assumed I was dying," he told me.

"Dying? No oh my god honey," I remarked as I went to feel his forehead.

I was just making sure he didn't have any other symptoms. 

"I know you get these too. I feel awful after. I cannot imagine going through them alone anymore," he remarked.

"If you ever feel this way and I'm here, tell me. I'm not gonna bite you or yell at you. Sometimes the simplest things trigger it. A memory, a scent, even a song," I told him as he brought me closer to him.

"I know that in here but I feel like a misfortune to you when they do happen," he told me.

"Don't ever feel that way at all honey," I told him as I traced my finger over his face.

"I should know better by now," he remarked as he cleared his throat.

I looked at the clock and all this happened before 11 p.m.

"I can't say you should 'cause I do the same thing. That's why I get bloody noses or my hands shake uncontrollably during stressful situations," I told him.

"Eventually we'll learn I suppose," he told me as I stifled a yawn.

"We will I know," I told him as I leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"I bet you are getting tired aren't you?" he asked me as his fingers ran through my hair.

"Yeah actually. I promise I'm right here if you feel scared again. I know you're an adult but when you aren't feeling good, you got someone who loves you," I told him as I sat up to get back to my side of the bed.

"And I love you," he told me as he readjusted his pillows.

The good thing was that tomorrow was Sunday. So even if we were up all night, we had the entire day to decompress and rest.

We faced each other as we tried to get comfortable again for the night.

I peaked one of my eyes open and Andy was appearing to be finally asleep after a while. His chest rose and rested normally. He was finally at ease with everything and relaxed enough to doze off. 

Even in times like this, I worried about him. No telling what inner demons he still fought. Or, what he read in the reviews of his shows made him feel like the smallest human in the world. 

I must have eventually fallen asleep even with my inner thoughts because the next thing I remember was waking up to the smell of coffee.

I groaned as the sunlight was peaking in the curtains and blasting my face.

Andy woke up and chuckled as I flipped the other way to avoid the sunlight.

"The sunlight is bugging you too?" he whispered.

"Yes," I groaned.

I looked at the clock and it was only after 7.

"We have no one to see today so we can try to go back to sleep if you want," he whispered.

"Okay," I remarked as I adjusted my pillow. 

He kissed my forehead.

 "I'll go reset the coffee pot," he told me as he got up out of bed.

I snuggled back into the covers while Andy went to the kitchen.

After a few, he crawled back into bed. I didn't realize how his body was keeping me warm.

Andy brought me close to him.

"Coffee was reset," he remarked quietly.

"Okay," I mumbled back.

"Are you cold?" he asked chuckling.

"Yes, a bit. The AC is a little extra this morning," I told him as he brought the blankets over us tightly.

"Isn't it easier to warm up than cool off?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied mumbled.

It was true. Sunday kinds of love existed.

For the first time all summer, I felt happy. As sleepy as I felt, I was feeling like myself for once. 

"If I don't respond, I'm probably asleep," I told him.

"Same," he mumbled.

I sighed contently as I went back to dreamland.