A Brendan Gallagher Fanfiction

Part 10

Part 10- B Gally Imagine

The next day was full off B making sure I was okay, although I didn't really move off the couch all day. I still couldn't go into our bedroom, which I could tell was making B a little angry. He had called Dr. Haye and asked about it but Dr. Haye said it was perfectly normal that this could happen. He asked that B kept trying to bring me into the room. The farthest I's gotten was two steps in the doorway before the images of that long jagged cut from B's heart came back and I screamed and B quickly took me out.

Since Dr. Haye diagnosed me with panic disorder B hasn't left my side. Other than going to the bathroom or making food. Plus, I literally won't be comfortable unless I can feel B against my back or his arms wrapped around me. Or maybe that hand that he still likes to place on my knee.

B had left the room to make a phone call to Galchenyuk to tell him that he wouldn't be able to go to the teams dinner that Sunday night. I think B was pretty bummed but he was also the one who persuaded me that he wanted to stay home with me.

"Hey." I looked up as B came back into the room.

"Yeah?"

He had his cell pressed to his chest.

"The guys wanna know if you want to come to the dinner too. Chuckie says they probably wouldn't mind."

I thought about it. I was sort of scared to be honest but it would be a big step if I could survive a night out with all of the guys.

"Sure." I smiled up at B.

He smiled back, clearly happy.

"Yeah. We'll come. See you soon Chuckie. Haha, right. See ya."

Then B hung up and looked over to me, "I'm so proud of you. You know that right?"

I nodded smiling a bit. Then I remembered I'd have to get ready which meant I'd have to go into the bedroom.

"Did you wanna try again?"

I nodded. I really wanted to be able to but I had no clue if I was capable of it.

"Hey. I know you can do it." B helped me up and wrapped his arm around my waist, walking with me to the bedroom.

I got two steps into the room again when I saw that same image of B on the bed, dead. I really tried to hold back my scream but it came back as a muffled whimper.

"Hey. Let's go back. I'll get your clothes and stuff for you. It's okay."

B went to turn me around but I spoke up. I wasn't very loud but B still understood me, "No. I have to do this. I want to do this."

I kept walking all the way to the closet, when B opened the door I saw him again, this time hanging there dead. I screamed since I wasn't expecting it.

"Alright. It's okay. You made it really far. I'm so proud of you." B sat me down on the end of our bed. I had my arms wrapped around myself.

B went to the closet and pulled out one of my dresses and showed it to me. I shook y head no, too summery. He came back with a light pink one that flowed out at the knees. I liked it but still shook my head no. The next one he pulled from the closet was a dark purple one that flowed down to my feet. I loved long dresses and this one was one of my favourites. It was tight around the bust and then cascaded all the way to the floor. It sounded very fancy but it was in fact quite casual.

I nodded.

"Good. I like this one. I've never seen you in it though."

B took a seat on the bed as I stood up to retrieve my deodorant that was sitting on top of B's dresser. I made B close his eyes as I got dressed, I'm not sure if he peeked or not. The straps on the dress were really lose, something that always happened when I washed it.