ethan dolan imagines

medicine//two

hi i'm back:)

this is a filler type thing, a part two to an old imagine:)

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and i felt myself grabs something warm, but i couldn't see it, this was a nightmare, i remained frozen in this whole other world, falling. i feel the guilt of this nightmare, which made me want to cry, i wanted to shed a tear. i think i am, but it may just be the feeling of my throat choking on air.

but i jump, gasping loud, and i find myself sitting on my bed, holding a hand. my breath was in a violent rhythm; heaving and panting, my chest rising rather hugely. sweat building up on my forehead. goosebumps swarm my back, my body feeling cold and numb.

"y/n," a masculine breath next to me made me jump. i thought it was my boyfriend, but it was ethan. i felt a hand on my back rather carefully, circular pattern of his hand on my back distracted me from my terror. "you okay?"

"i don't know, a night terror."

"baby, you're sweating profusely, and you're shaking violently," he sits up next to me, wiping his eyes out of being fatigue, and i can see part of his face plastered in the moonlight. he took a long look at me for a second, analyzing the panic attack that pretty much spoken on the looks of my face. "it's okay, it's-why are you crying, it's-let it all out."

"i feel so uncomfortable?" i say feeling next level paranoia as my eyes began darting around the room.

"take a breath."

"do you think i not know that?"

silence was his response, except his thumb that starts wiping all the tears. i shouldn't act that way towards him, i made him stay the night here. i still feel light headed, but that doesn't influence my awareness of ethan's sudden inability to speak.

i feel the effect of his touch.

"ethan-"

he finally spoke but it was a shush. "y/n."

"what?" i stare at my friend who's reassuring me. thinking of the word friend made me tense up.

"just clear out your thoughts, you're spiraling i can see it," he says, pulling me back on the bed. i just followed what he said, too tired really. he pulls me down, my body faced towards him, he does the same thing, but his hand never left my face as it was still trying to calm me down. the time was later than midnight, but i never felt so aware of the sudden mood changes. "baby, just breathe."

i nod my head, exhaling much of my breath. i never really was aware of any of the name calling until now, it's really taking an affect on my breathing. i calm myself down a little, my mind trying to release the stress. his hushes faded away as we suddenly went lost, facing eachother trying to find a way to now break the silence, but why was it urging me not to break it? i never really thought about the whole scenario we're trying to act until now; him sleeping on the other half of my bed, everyday.

don't think too much, he's just helping you out, and you have a boyfriend. don't think that way towards a friend, when there's someone else. take it easy...don't look at him that way-"can i take off my shirt?" he asks, and i can tell, from the sensation in his voice, that he was nervous.