NASCAR house

Healing

A/n:
It has been a hot minute, but this is a popular book and it's one of my favs so I'm going to try to update it more.

Kevin pov:

I made my way up to chases room, I knocked softly but got no response. I quickly wondered if it would be overstepping to just walk in but then realized I didn't care.

"Chase, it's just me Kevin." I said as I opened the door. I slipped in and shut the door behind me, Chase was sitting on the edge of his bed still in his wet clothes. I sighed softly and walked over to his dresser and ruffled through his clothes till I found a hoodie and some sweats. I gently put them on his lap, "go change please, I don't want you to get sick."

Chase nodded and went to the bathroom, he came out a minute later dressed in the dry clothes.

"Kevin I don't want to talk about it." He muttered climbing into his bed and pulling the covers over his head.
"And I don't care," I sat down next to him, "Ryan feels terrible, you should have seen him. He was worried sick about you, I've never seen Ryan so anxious and upset before."

Chase peaked his head out of the covers a little bit, "really?" He asked hesitantly.

"Chase I can't believe I even have to tell you this, yes! Of course he was, he cares about you so much, you're like a brother to him. I know you've been struggling a bit lately and whatever Ryan said definitely didn't help, but know that he didn't mean it and regrets it." Chase pulled the covers back over his head, "chase I know on the track we're competitors but of the track you can come to me anytime you need to talk. There is plenty of drivers in this house that would say the exact same thing."

Chase stays silent for a bit, I wait known he's thinking about what I said. He eventually sighs, "okay, I'll go talk to Ryan." I smile at him.
"Okay, good choice. And chase next time come talk to one of us, don't run away." I said and patted his leg.
"I didn't run, I walked away, there was no running involved." Chase muttered, I roll my eyes as I got up to leave.
"Just make sure you talk to Ryan." I said before pausing in the door way to watch him. I was surprised how much I cared about wether or not these two drivers were on good terms, actually in general I was surprised how much I cared for these two drivers, as stubborn and stupid as they could be at times.

Chase pov:

I waited till kevin left before slowly crawling out of bed. I grabbed a hoodie on my way to the door and pulled it on, I glanced down at it to see which one I grabbed and smiled at the twelve on the front, how fitting, I thought. I made my way out into the hall and over to the door next to mine. I knocked softly, there was no answer so I knocked again. I put my ear next to the door and listened carefully, I could just make out a small sniffle or two. I sighed softly and opened the door.

"Ryan?" I called softly as I walked in, he was laying on the bed with tears running down his face. He glanced over at me and we stared at each other for a minute before I practically threw myself at him.

"I'm so sorry!" I said hugging him tightly.
"No Im sorry, I pushed you to talk when you didn't want to and brought up things I knew would hurt you." Ryan said also hugging me tightly.
I shake my head, "I should have trusted you, and I also said some awful things that aren't true in the slightest."  We lay there in silence for a bit thinking about what the other said.

"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time, we broke apart and looked each other before smiling. Ryan's face turned serious as he looked at me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, I sighed deeply.
"Not really but I guess that's what got us in this situation to begin with." I knew I had to talk about it eventually, Ryan would never let it go.
"You don't have to, only if you comfortable." Ryan said gently.

"To be honest, I don't even know." I admit, "I think that's the part that makes it even worse, you know? I don't know when an attack is going to happen, I don't know what's going to set it off, I don't know how bad it's going to be and I hate it." Ryan hummed softly to show he was listening as he pressed closer to me so that are arms were touching, reassuring me he was there and listening. "Some days I wake up and nothing can be wrong and yet I'm still anxious or sometimes something really bad could be happening, something that's worth being anxious about and I'm fine. It make me want to smack my head on a brick wall. And growing up anxiety wasn't something that was talked about a lot so I got used to trying to hide it or deal with it on my own cause what fearless nascar driver gets so anxious the can't even function at times. It's not that I don't trust you, I do! More than anyone else it's just I not used to asking for help for things like that."

We lay in silence after I finished, I could tell he was thinking. I fiddled with my hoodie strings, it felt good to finally talk about it surprisingly.

"Thank you for trusting me." Ryan finally said, "I know it's difficult to ask for help, but I am always here for you."
"Thanks." I reply.

Ryan's door banged open cussing both of us to jump. "Rya-, oh chase!" Bubba said startled at the sight of me.
"Oh thank nascar!!" Alex poked his head out from behind bubba, "y'all are friends again!! Never do that again cause today was ssssoooooo weird!" Bubba nodded in agreement with Alex.
"Get out." Ryan said rolling his eyes at them.