Matt - Take Me Out To The Ballgame

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by fanficsbymia11

by fanficsbymia11

hiiiiiii
finally here, by popular demand.. 'take me out to the ballgame' yayy

(tw! panic attack! that's it)

i love u all .

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling streets as Matt, Chris, and Nick made their way to the baseball stadium. Excitement danced in the air as they joined the crowds of people streaming toward the gates, their anticipation radiating. Matt was a die-hard baseball fan, and the thought of watching his favourite team play filled him with joy. But as they navigated through the crowd toward the concession stands, a familiar feeling crept over him – a tightening in his chest, a prickling of nerves...

Anxiety.

Matt tried to brush off the uneasy feeling, clearing his throat, as they stood in line to grab some snacks. But the amount of bodies around him intensified, and Matt felt his heart rate quicken. The noise of the crowd, being bumped by many people, the overwhelming sense of being trapped in the bustling stadium – it was all too much. His palms grew clammy, and a wave of panic washed over him.

"I need to use the bathroom," Matt muttered, his voice tight with anxiety, before darting away from the line.

Chris and Nick exchanged worried glances but decided to give him some space. "Okay, Matt. Find us when you're done?" Chris said.

"Sounds good," Matt said curtly, the panic in his chest rising like flames.

Inside the restroom, the noise of voices and the echo of footsteps bouncing off the tiled walls only helped worsen Matt's panic. He locked himself in a stall, breathing heavily as tears welled up in his eyes. "Come on, Matt. It's just a baseball game," he muttered to himself, trying to steady his breathing, to push back the rising tide of panic threatening to engulf him, but it was no use. "It's just... it's only a few people..." Matt trailed off, his breathing becoming ragged.

His mind raced with foolish thoughts, his body trembling with anxiety. Matt sank to the grimy floor, his body refusing to hold him up any longer. His body shook as muffled sobs fell from his lips, his chest heaving.

Meanwhile, Chris and Nick grew increasingly concerned when Matt didn't return for over 10 minutes. Sensing something was wrong, they abandoned their place in line and began searching the crowded stadium. "Where the hell could he be, Nick?" Chris asked nervously.

"I...I have no idea. Have you tried texting him?" Nick asked, and Chris nodded. "Shit."

The two finally found Matt huddled in the corner stall, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Without a word, they knelt beside him, offering quiet comfort as they wrapped him in their arms. "It's okay, Matty," Chris murmured, his voice gentle. Chris looked at Matt with a profound sense of empathy, his heart heavy with concern for his brother. He reached out, gently cradling Matt's tear-streaked face in the warmth of his palms. Matt's breathing was erratic, each inhale a struggle against the panic, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "Shh, Matt. You're okay. Just try to breathe normal for me, okay? Can you try that?"

Matt tried to breathe through his panic, but it was no use. "I can't... I- this is... really bad," he sobbed between harsh gasps.

And he was right. He hadn't had this severe of a panic attack in months, and it was scaring all three of them.

The stall's door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence within. In stepped a tall figure, his gentle eyes scanning the scene with a mix of concern and understanding. With measured steps, he approached Matt, his presence radiating a sense of calm assurance. Kneeling beside him, he introduced himself as Lucas, his voice soothing. "Hey there, I heard some commotion from outside, and thought I might be able to offer some assistance. I'm Lucas, a therapist. Would you be open to some advice?"

Matt's response was immediate, a vigorous nod betraying his desperation for relief. "Yes, please... anything to make it stop," he managed between stifled sobs.

"Okay, Matt. I want you to understand that you're in a safe space here," Lucas reassured, his words a lifeline in Matt's distress. "I know your mind may be telling you otherwise, but trust me, you're safe." His attention shifted briefly to Chris and Nick, acknowledging their presence with a nod of recognition. "Are you two his brothers?" he inquired gently.

Nick affirmed with a solemn nod, his expression mirroring the gravity of the situation. "Yes, sir. It's been a while since he's had one of these... you know."

Lucas nodded before reaching for something in his pocket. Pulling out a piece of paper, he presented it to Matt with a compassionate smile. "I want you to focus on this," he said, unfolding the paper to reveal a square drawn upon it. "See this square? I want you to imagine that there is some sort of texture of these lines beneath your fingertip," Lucas instructed softly.

As Matt's trembling hand reached out hesitantly, Lucas guided him with reassurance. "Let your breathing match the rhythm of your finger," he continued. "In... good. Hold it... and exhale for me. Good, good."

As Matt continued taking deep breaths, Lucas stood up. "I have to go, but, you can keep that paper. I hope your day goes better." and with the tip of his hat, Lucas was gone.

Matt's tears had finally stopped, and he was breathing normally. "I'm sorry..." he started.

"No, no, Matty," Chris said, reaching for his brother. "Don't apologize, please."

Chris and Nick helped Matt off the floor, and they decided to just go home and watch the game on TV.

The Triplets would be okay.

Weren't they always?

the endddddddd

yayyyyy

ok bye im busy now

love you all so much

enjoy