Learning from Mr. Dahlberg (skydoesminecraft x reader)

Chapter 8

Your POV
I felt like he didn't like this but he liked it at the same time. He was so confusing. I stayed back after class to talk to him. "Good morning," I say as he leans back in his seat. "Morning." He mumbles. "Are you alright," I ask. He just leans farther back in his chair. "Yeah, I just have a headache." I walk over to sit on his desk and try to figure out what was on his mind. What was he thinking? Why isn't he telling me? Does he have a hangover? These were the questions swirling around in my head as he tried to sit back up in his chair. "Anything you want to tell me?" I ask. His breathing got heavier and heavier. He started slowing down. "I... Have..." Before he finished he collapsed on the floor, into the fetal position, and started shaking badly. Suddenly my heart was pumping faster. More blood fled through my veins. I jump off the desk and run to him and turn him to where he is on his back. He was breathing quickly. Eyes staring blankly into space. His mouth moving but no sound was made. I put my hands on his chest to feel how he was breathing, then I run out to the hall for help. It was a good thing that the nurse was waking by with a limping student. Probably coming back from PE. "Mrs. Wilson," I yell, "I need help. Mr. Dahlberg is on the floor and is hardly breathing." She rushes over and leaves the student limping over. He tried to hold onto the wall. I recognized the kid but couldn't put a name on him. I run back in with the nurse and see him in the same state as before. "Mr. Dahlberg, can you hear me." Mrs. Wilson yells. The kid who was limping appeared in the doorway so I stepped back to talk to him. Mr. Dahlberg didn't move. "What's happening?" He asks me. "He fell on the floor and started quivering. I didn't know what was happening." I say and stare into his blue eyes. "He is having a panic attack. One of my friends has anxiety and acts almost the same way but it differs from person to person. I'm Ross, by the way." He finishes and offers a hand shake. I grab his hand, "(y/n)" then smiled at him. He gave me a warm smile back. "So what did you do." I say and point down to his leg. "I think I rolled it." He says and winks at me. Oh, faking an injury to get out of PE, one of my most favorite things to do. "Nice." I wink back to him. I look over to Mr. Dahlberg to see him breathing a lot more normal. He sits up and stares at Mrs. Wilson then looks to Ross and I. "I probably gave you a heart attack didn't I?" He slaps his face and lays back down. "Kind of, yeah." I answer. I felt bad for him to worry but it's anxiety. This worried me for the future.

Yes I did post when I said I wouldn't for awhile but that is only because I was bored and was waiting for my roommate to come back.