Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Thomas - You Have a Panic Attack

The gates were almost about to shut. Everyone was anxiously crowded around the West gate, pondering the arrival of the runners. But more importantly to you, Thomas. It was almost as if your life depended on him running through those doors, if he didn't, you'd be ruined. 

"Where are they?" Someone whispered. I chewed my thumb nervously, tapping my foot on the ground. 

"How long have they got?" Someone else asked. 

"About two minutes." You closed your eyes, fearing if you didn't, then tears would spill down your face. You couldn't just stand here and do nothing, what if they were hurt? 

"I'm going in." You muttered, preparing yourself to run, when Newt firmly grasped his hand around your wrist. 

"No." He stated, shaking his head as he pulled you back to his side. You struggled in his grip desperately. "Stop struggling, Y/N! You're not going in there!" He shouted now, clear annoyance seeping through him. 

"What if he's hurt!" You shouted back, you couldn't do anything about the tears falling down your face now. You finally broke free from his hold, and sprinted straight for the doors, only to be pulled back at a force so strong you would know to be Gally. More hands circled your wrist and upper arms to keep you from risking your life in there. 

You sobbed an ugly sob, one which could have only come from a broken person. You were already broken, feeling that he would never be back. The tears deteriorating down your face at a rapid pace, your eyes were puffy and red, your lips were tainted with your own tears. Nothing made sense, your vision blurred, you couldn't hear anything. It was as if all senses in you were on shut down, and nothing would bring them back. Your legs gave and you crumbled to the ground, the only thing holding you up were the holds of the fellow Gladers. 

It felt like hours had passed, when in reality, it had only been twenty seconds. 

"There they are!" Someone shouted, earning a roar of cheers from the Gladers. You shook your head - no, no! He wasn't there! This was your mind playing tricks on you, preparing you for the fact he wasn't coming back. 

"Y/N! Y/N, get up! They're here!" You did the only thing you could - shook your head. When your arms had been let go, you completely collapsed to the ground in loss of hope. Your breathing quickened, you couldn't hear anything except a single constant beep. This was torture, you wanted it to be over more than anything. 

As if bringing you out of your own world, a hand was placed on your shoulders despite your hunched over position. You cautiously looked up and saw Thomas's face. You let out a cry, not sure if it was real or not. You saw his lips move, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. Soon, nearly all the Gladers were circled around you, heightening your fear and paranoia. 

"Y/N," you made out Thomas say, causing your eyes to go back to him. "Y/N, focus on my voice." You barely nodded, and Thomas made a motion for everyone to get out of the way. "Everyone carry on with your duties, she needs space." Thomas spoke with authority, and everyone immediately obeyed. 

"Hey, hey, Y/N, look at me," He crouched back down beside me and cupped my face with his large, dirty, sweaty hands - but that didn't bother me. If anything, it made me feel better, knowing that those were his hands. 

"Are you having a panic attack?" He gently asked, stroking my cheeks with his rough thumbs. 

"I-I think so." I breathed, slightly nodding my head. I took his hands from my face and tightly held onto them, his thumbs continued stroking my hands. 

"Breath with me." He instructed, and I watched him. A deep breath in, three seconds... and back out. Deep breath, three seconds, and back out. I continued to do this until I could feel my breathing become more consistent. My grip on his hands loosened slightly, feeling more comfortable than I was before. 

"What happened, baby?" He asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I sniffled, replaying the whole memory of what happened before he came. 

"I thought you weren't coming back." A few more tears slipped past my lids, "I couldn't handle that thought, I guess." I spoke, feeling a tad embarrassed that I rely on him so much. He looked at me with affection and care in his eyes, and gave me a small, sad smile. 

"Come here," He said, opening his arms which I moulded into, instantly making me feel safe and secure. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around my stomach. 

"I love you." He spoke delicately. 

"I love you, too, Thomas." I sighed in content, leaning my head back against his chest and smiling to myself; we may be stuck inside these four walls for now, but as long as Thomas was with me, I'd be okay for now.