Matt's hands found purchase on his pillows, gripping them so tight that his knuckles turned a feverish shade of white. His breathing was a storm of uncontrollable hiccups, and he struggled to swallow the saliva that had collected in his mouth.
A sob escaped from his throat, his eyes involuntarily tearing up. Noises muffled into one twisted ringing in his ears. "Matt!?" a distorted voice called his name in hopes of pulling him out of his trance.
Matt's eyes snapped up to meet Nick and Chris'. His gaze darted back and forth between his brothers, tears still streaming down his face.
It was as if Matt were looking through a fish-eye lens, his vision blurring and his eyes stinging. He felt a hand tracing circles into his back as a voice whispered in his ear, gaining his attention.
Matt's chest tightened as he listened to Nick. "Breathe, Matt, in through your nose, out through your mouth," he spoke, squeezing the other's hand in a reassuring manner.
Matt's shaky breaths echoed off the room's walls, a testament to his panic attack. "Good boy, Matt. You're doing great," Nick praised, his thumb running over Matt's wet, tear-stained cheek.
Chris continued to rub Matt's back, gently resting his head on Matt's shoulder. Not nearly hard enough to push Matt into another full-blown panic attack, but hard enough for Matt to acknowledge his presence.
They were there for each other; through the thick and the thin. They always had been and always will.
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أدب الهواةA comfortable silence enveloped Nick's room. Matt took in the scent of his older brother- a welcoming vanilla pleasantly mixed with mint. His breathing gradually slowed to a steady pace as Nick held him close, in his arms. It was as if everything ar...
