Walker Scobell Imagines

Panic Attack (W.S.)

Walker and Y/n were doing an interview with the cast of Percy Jackson. Y/n wasn't necessarily camera shy, but she was nervous in front of reporters and interviewers. The rest of the cast already knew this, so they tried to answer questions for her or help her when she was stuttering or struggled to think. "Alright, the next question is for everyone! Who are you closest to from the cast?" The interviewer, May Pye, asked. Leah answered first, Aryan following after, then Charlie, and so on. Walker answered second to last. Once he finished, May looked to Y/n. She slowly raised her microphone to her face. She had time to think, but she still couldn't decide. "Um.. I'm not sure. Probably uh-m uhh- I don't know.. Between Leah, Aryan, and Walker. We're close in different ways. Does that make any sense? Sorry." Y/n answered awkwardly. May smiled at the girl, nodding. "That makes perfect sense! I'm like that with my friends. Definitely a hard choice." Y/n smiled back, looking over at Walker who was seated beside her on the right. He had a happy little smirk tugging at his lips. He was clearly proud of Y/n, and she was too. She was proud of herself. She hadn't stuttered as much as she usually did! This was new.

Later, when the interview concluded, Walker went up to Y/n and engulfed her in a hug. "I can't believe how well you did! You were super well spoken." Y/n had tears brimming her eyes, threatening to rush down her cheeks. She hugged him back. Suddenly, her heart beat quickened, her body trembling in Walker's arms. "Walker.." She whispered. She started feeling dizzy. Her breathing became heavy. Suddenly, everything became blurry. She realized she couldn't breathe. Click.

A door closed. "Y/n? Can you hear me?" Y/n could hear Walker's voice, but couldn't focus on what he was saying. She focused her attention on her breathing. This didn't work very well though. "Breathe.. Breathe with me. In- and out-. Now again." Y/n tried to hear him. She understood from the in. She followed his steps, breathing in and then out. Her brain was a little less cloudy. "Y/n, I need you to focus on the blue chair. I will be right back, I promise." She heard Walker say before hearing the door click shut. She did as she was told, or at least she tried to. Calm down. She told herself. It will pass. It's not going to last forever. She took more deep breaths, still keeping her main focus on the chair. Around 3 minutes later, Y/n heard the door knob turn, indicating Walker's return. He sat to her left, and sprayed some lavender perfume in front of her. Y/n could smell the calming scent each time she breathed in through her nose. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She kept repeating this line in her head. Walker held her hand, rubbing it gently with his thumb. He made sure she knew she wasn't alone. Y/n's eyes continued to look at the blue chair.

After this process continued for about 4 more minutes, Y/n was feeling much better. She was still feeling a bit dizzy and her body trembled, but her breathing was steady and stable. She could focus on her surroundings and think straight. She turned to look at Walker. "Thank you." Tears formed in her eyes, slowly falling out. "It's okay. I'm always here to help." He replied. Y/n pulled him into a hug. That was a scary panic attack.

(This was requested by Grasswithnogr_15)