Running Bases With You

Chapter 59

{unedited}

*Quick warning, could be triggering for some readers*

*Louis' POV*

The moment Annabeth left the room, I knew she was going to have an anxiety attack. The moment I heard her hit the floor, I knew she had an anxiety attack.

The way her breathing sounded, the way she was shaking so uncontrollably against her will, the look in her eyes. They were all signs and I knew it.

Everything happened so fast, it was almost unreal. Things were going almost perfectly, and I think I'm beginning to realize how Annabeth's mind works. The poor girl really can't catch a break, and it kills my heart to even think about it.

I run into the kitchen, my feet pounding the hard floor in loud echoes. I can hear Annabeth's parents falling into step behind me, the both of them frantically gasping in alarm.

I rush to Annabeth's side, falling to my knees beside her.

I move her head carefully onto my lap, gently brushing the hair out of her face. "Annabeth? Annabeth, baby, can you hear me?"

"Oh my god! What is going on? What's happened!"

Annabeth's mother cries, grabbing ahold of my shoulder and gripping tight.

I ignore her, as rude as it sounds, taking the matter into my own hands. This isn't the first time she's done this, but I don't think she has ever hit the floor so hard. If it's anything like previous episodes, she'll wake up any moment now.

"Annabeth. Annabeth, listen to me.. Please wake up, love. I know you're there." I encourage her, taking her hand into mine and squeezing it.

Much to my relief, her eyes start moving and eventually, with a little effort, they peel open to reveal those green eyes of hers that I've learned to love so much.

"There you are. That's my girl. See, I knew you could do it." I smile, mostly out of relief.

Tears flood her eyes and she squeezes my hand in hers, fluttering her eyelids in a desperate attempt to get rid of her tears.

"I'm so sorry," she cries, starting to sob now. "I tried to stop it, but I couldn't."

I shake my head, running my fingers through her hair. "Hey, shh. It's okay. You're okay now. It's over now."

Annabeth shuts her eyes, turning her head the the side and buries her face in my lap. All I do is sit silently and rub her back while she calms down.

After a few minutes, she lifts her face from my lap and wipes her eyes with one of her hands. I help her sit up and look over her before letting her free.

"Does your head feel okay? You took a pretty hard fall." I ask, my eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"I think my head is okay, but my arm hurts really bad.." She mutters.

I help her lift her arm up as carefully as possible. I wince when I see the small amount of red and yellow seeped through the fabric of her shirt.

"Oh, no. That can't be good."

I take her other arm and help her stand up, making sure she's steady enough to walk.

I give her a kiss on the forehead. "Go on to the washroom and get cleaned up, love. I'm sure your mum would be glad to help you. I'm going to see if Talia will help me find Logan."

Annabeth looks to her mother with sad eyes, then to me. "Alright. Be careful."

I smile minutely. "Of course. I'll be back soon."