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-I Can't Even Help Myself-

TW//: Anxiety, panic attack, self inflected harm such as the following but not limited to, Skin Picking/Biting, Hair Pulling.
If these things trigger you please skip and I'll hopefully see you in another story! Stay safe and Enjoy<3

Tags: Gregory House/James Wilson| Established Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, James Wilson Has Self Worth Issues, Hurt James Wilson, Good Boyfriend Gregory House, Panic Attack, Men Crying. Slightly Out Of Character, Author Is Projecting A Little.

Note: Wilson's having a bad day, he's anxious all day and he finally breaks down, luckily he has a wonderful boyfriend to help him.

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Third Person P.O.V

It had been a normal day so far, everything was fine.

Wilson got into work, clocked in, he saw exactly ten patients in clinic, then he returned to his office and got started on paper work.

It was a relatively slow day, he didn't have much paperwork either, mostly just pathology reports, filling out prescriptions, confirming biopsy's and CAT scans and such.

But for some reason, all day, Wilson had been on edge, even when everything was fine, Wilson felt this strange feeling, a weird sense of paranoia that kept following him around.

Like someone had been watching him, or like something bad was going to happen, it made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and all his muscles tense up like he was expecting something to hit him, he was waiting for something to happen.

He sat in his office, his leg bouncing up and down, his eyes flickered between the door and the paper on his desk half filled out, his hand drumming the pencil in his hand anxiously awaiting, but awaiting what? He had no idea, but he felt like he was awaiting his own death and it was making him frustrated.

Wilson instinctively brought a finger up to his mouth to start chewing at the edges of his nail's, ignoring the taste of metallic as his teeth pulled at his uneven nail bed.

He wasn't exactly sure what was causing this sense of worry, which in and of itself was freaking him out which was only making the feeling worse.

Wilson checked his watch, nothing to do with the time, he looked to his left to his mini calendar with pictures of cute cuddly animals for each month, but nothing about the date could mean anything.

So what!? Why did everything feel disastrous, why did he feel like something or someone was about to burst through his door and murder him!? Why did he feel like his heart was beating out of his chest.

Wilson started panicking more as a ache was starting to settle into his chest.

What?! Why is my chest hurting?! Am I having a heart attack?! Am I DYING!?!? Wilson thought placing a hand on his quickly rising and falling chest to feel his heart thumping faster and faster.

Wilson's panicking was cut short by his pager beeping loudly echoing in his office making him jump at the sudden noise, he blinked away blurry tears as the world slowly came back into focus, he cursed lightly and wiped away tears from his eyes before he picking up his pager to see the words.

Dr. Wilson, needed in patient room 2034.

Wilson took a few deep breaths, no time for a melt down Wilson he told himself pushing his chair back you got this he tried to tell himself before he stood straightening out his tie he then left his office and made his way over to the patient's room, ignoring the pain in his chest that still wouldn't let up.