Remedy (Randy)

Don't leave me

Andy's eyes fluttered awake to the peaceful sound of silence. He had a few seconds of happiness before his throat and airways shrunk to the size of a peanut, and he could feel the panic rising from his toes to the highest hair on his head. He felt physically constrained, even though all that was over him was his duvet. He couldn't move.

C'mon Andy, please get up 

Andy thought to himself, desperately trying to call out for help but only managing a few breathless "mhhH" sounds. He didn't know it yet, but he was having a panic attack, brought on by the asthma attack he was also having.

He also didn't know it was 11am, all the boys gone to the gym, except one.

As Andy writhed around on the bed, taking the shuddering breaths he thought would be his last, Rye was next door. Asleep. Andy didn't know what time it was, or that he was basically alone, as he took a wrong turn and plummeted to the floor.

His breathing was speeding up more and more, tears were rolling down his cheeks as he desperately breathed, in and out, in and out, in and out. But it was all no good, as his heart rate rose by the second, and his lungs were begging for more air, and he couldn't stop himself from  getting more and more worked up, the seconds passing by like quicksand as his face was turning purple, his hands clawing at his neck, trying to get some sort of relief and-

Suddenly he was there. Andy tasted the all too familiar battery acid being puffed down his throat, and he began to take easier and deeper breaths. Through watery eyes he looked up to see a panicked Rye, fumbling with the inhaler to set it up so Andy could have another puff. But what Rye didn't know was, he had cured the asthma attack, but the reason Andy wasn't fine after the third puff was that the anxiety attack still remained. Rye began to look for his phone in his back pocket as Andy still struggled for breath. Looking down at his best friend, just lying there on the floor, breathing shallowly and letting tears stream from the sides of his eyes and into his ears, Rye felt so powerless. He didn't know what to do.

This was all in a matter of seconds, Rye had only been awaken by Andy's body hitting the floor 3 minutes ago. Each minute had felt like a lifetime as Rye watched Andy in pain.

Rye made a move to get up from his kneeling position, shakily standing, only having his phone in mind, and how he could call Mikey to hurry back, he would know what to do, maybe he would call Blair-

This all would've been well and good if the panic attack hadn't started to take over Andy's whole body, he felt paralysed with fear. He took a risk, and with the last of his remaining strength, he grabbed the bottom of Rye's leg, and uttered out the words,

"Please don't leave me"

" Andy I don't know what to do! Please just tell me what to do I'll never leave you!" Rye almost shouted, kneeling down again, all thoughts of his phone and Mikey's help banished from his head.

Andy whispered the one word he swore to not let define him, and Rye suddenly understood.

"A-an-anxiety" Andy finally got out, taking little jagged breaths between each syllable. With that word, everything Rye thought he knew about Andy disappeared. He was not strong or too mature to get into fights. He had been afraid.

Rye sat down with his legs out in front of him, pulling Andy's head into his lap. Rye had seen so many panic attacks pan out on tv, but nothing could have prepared him to have the smaller boy on his lap, crying a never-ending river of tears and breathing fast and quick, but this is because this was real life, not some episode of Teen Wolf.