Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Ten: POV's Are Everything

Hey everyone! Just saying that I won't be posting updates everyday because of summer vacation and homework. But, I will be updating on a regular schedule now. Yippeeee! The next chapter will be the schedule and feel free to comment any concerns you might be having with the schedule or the story itself. I would also like to thank you for over 300 reads! I feel so appreciated! Anyway, enjoy this chapter and the music I have paired with it! Goodbye and I appreciate your existence! ~S.R ;3

SONG: Without You // ARTIST(S): Oh Wonder // I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! ;3
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Previously on Chapter Nine of Forgive...

Everyone huddles around you, comforting you that you're gonna be okay. Barney took a mini fan from his desk and starts to blow it on your face. Red got a pillow from his couch and put it under your head. Ethan and Emily was reassuring you by sitting next to you and being supportive. Max was there, doing the technique with you. Adam held the water and gave you the cup whenever you waved your hand. Other people that you haven't met yet were around you, deeply concerned.

You feel so welcomed and cared for by people that you don't even know that well.

The last thing you see is a Max with a saddened look on his face before darkness overwhelming you.

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Max's POV

(Y/N)'s breathing patterns were getting heavier as I attempted to calm her down by performing the breathing technique with her. One time in third grade, she got a horrible panic attack in front of the science class when she had to present her project. I remember being declared a hero that day because I ran up to her and explained the technique and she got better in a matter of minutes. Everyone stood there watching, not knowing what to do. My parents were so proud of me, after all, they were the ones who taught me. Just the thought of a third grader saving someone from passing out is mind-blowing. From that day forward, I continued to save (Y/N)'s life. She kept on saying, "I owe you, Maxy. Someday, I'll repay you anyway you want." I'm still waiting.

After a few minutes of doing the breathing techniques, (Y/N)'s eyes slowly shut as her breathing patterns began to stabilize. This is the first time I didn't save her in years.

Everyone starts freaking out and begins to shake her. I push everyone away. "Come on, guys. Give her some space."

Tristan whips out his cellphone. "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No! No. Don't do that. She passed out several times before when we were still in school. She'll wake up soon, since her breathing patterns are back to normal. We just need to give her some space," I explain.

He nods and shoves his phone down his pocket as everyone backs away, except for me. I was still crouched over her.

"Come on, Button," I whisper, not loud enough for any of my friends to hear. "If you want to repay the many times that I've saved you, you have to wake up."

James runs from his office, accompanied by Jake. "What's happening?" they both yell as they sprint over.

They notice me kneeling in front of a passed out girl and immediately freaks out.

"What the hell? Who's she? Why is she passed out?" James questions in a matter of seconds.

Adam tells them to calm down and asks me to explain to them and to everyone else who doesn't understand the situation.

"Okay," I reply as I stand up and wave my hands in (Y/N)'s general direction. "So, this is my friend, (Y/N). She used to be my best friend in elementary and junior high in Louisiana until she moved away to California. She's doing a project for her college with another person named Eli and they came to Washington to do it. Their plane was delayed and the hotel that they booked their room in gave their room away since they were late. She and Eli are staying at my place, along with Tim and Ross, until they go back to Cali. I brought her here to meet all of you, since you guys are my friends and stuff. (Y/N) has had panic attacks since she was little and she left her medication back at her dorm room. She gets panic attacks when she's under pressure, nervous, or-"