Micah (bxb)

Panic strikes

(Landon)

I was in the middle of finishing up some paperwork with Cale and Connor when I felt Micah’s anger hitting me like a wave.

It was sharp, raw, and overwhelming. My heart started pounding in response, knowing something wasn’t right.

I dropped the papers and stood up, my instincts screaming at me to go find him.

He wasn’t with Arlo when I’d last seen him. So I ran outside and started to scan the area; my senses heightened until I finally spotted him in the distance.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw Cory holding him, his arms around Micah like he was comforting him.

Micah’s face was buried in Cory’s chest, and I could see his shoulders shaking. He was crying.

I didn’t think. I acted.

Jealousy surged through me, tightening my chest, and I strode over to them, my eyes locked on Cory.

“Get your hands off him,” I growled before I could stop myself.

Cory glanced up, his expression calm but questioning.

“He’s upset, Landon. I’m just trying to...” Cory started to say.

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do. I don’t trust you.” I moved closer, reaching for Micah.

“You need to back off.” Micah tensed in Cory’s arms, lifting his head just enough to look at me.

His eyes were red, swollen from crying, and it sent a pang through me to see him like that.

But I couldn’t get rid of the jealousy gnawing at me. I didn’t want him in Cory’s arms, not after he had flirted with him before.

“Landon, it’s not what you think...” Cory started, but I cut him off.

“I know what I think,” I snapped, pulling Micah gently out of Cory’s hold and into mine.

“Micah flirted with you before. You think I’m just going to stand here and act like I don’t remember that?” Cory raised his hands in surrender, stepping back.

“Fine. Whatever, man. He’s your problem now.” Cory said while shaking his head.

Micah leaned against me, his body weak, but his voice trembled as he spoke.

“Landon… it’s not like that. I wasn’t… trying to…” Micah tried to say.

“I know, I know.” I tried to sound soothing, but I couldn’t hide the frustration laced in my words.

“I just don’t trust him, okay? I don’t like seeing you with him.” Micah opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his breath hitched, and his hand flew to his chest.

“Landon… I don’t… I don’t feel good.” Panic shot through me.

“Micah? What’s wrong?” He gasped again, his eyes wide with fear as he swayed in my arms.

“I can’t… breathe…” Micah replied.

“Micah!” My heart leaped into my throat, and I tightened my grip on him, trying to keep him steady. His body started to go limp, his head lolling to the side.

“Micah, no!” I shouted, shaking him lightly, but he didn’t respond. His eyes fluttered shut, and before I knew it, he collapsed in my arms, completely unconscious.

“Fuck, no!” I shouted, my heart racing as I lowered him to the ground, cradling him in my lap.

“Micah, wake up! Please!” Cory crouched down beside us, looking worried now.

“We need to get him to Dr. Carlyle, Now.” I nodded my mind a blur of fear and guilt.

I have no idea what was wrong with him; he's just been so stressed lately, and I didn't know how to fix it.

But, all that mattered was Micah and getting him the help he needed, fast.