Palaye Royale One-Shots

Panic(R. L.)

"Babe, you need to come to bed." Your boyfriend, Remington, said leaning against the doorway.
"I can't. I have to study." You yawned and flipped the page.
"It's almost two. In the morning." He walked over and grabbed your hand, making you stop taking notes.
"Just a few more minutes?" You asked.
"Bed. Now. C'mon." He closed your books and sat your pencil on top of them. This had become your nightly routine. You studying until one or two in the morning and him making you go to bed.

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Unfortunately two days later he had to leave for tour. On the one hand this meant you studied more, but on the other you slept a lot less and it was starting to show. You drug yourself through your classes and then almost fell asleep at your desk at work. As soon as you got home you started studying again. Remington knew you well enough to know you'd fall into this routine when he left and he tried to call every night and remind you to go to bed.
He was only gone for a little more than a month, but it was long enough for you to become sleep deprived and anxiety ridden. You were a mess and once you fell into your self destructive routine you couldn't get out.
"(Y/N) you need to get more sleep. You look awful." Your coworker, Estelle, told you one afternoon as you sat barely awake at your desk.
"Thanks a lot Elle." You snapped.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but it's the truth."
"Well I can't sleep because if I don't study I won't pass and if I don't pass I won't graduate!" Estelle backed up with her hands up.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." You felt a little bad about yelling at Estelle. Late that night you sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and studying. You fell asleep around two am and slept for six hours meaning you slept through your alarm and were running late for your first class. Today you had your first exam. Unfortunately you were too tired to concentrate and you knew you would get a bad grade. When you got home you chucked your bag across the room and kicked the wall. You didn't know what to do. You had to go to class, you had to go to work, you had study and you had to sleep. But it was starting to seem impossible to to all four. You started to panic, afraid that you had failed your first exam. You couldn't breathe. Part of you was screaming that you needed to calm down before you had a full blown panic attack, but the other part was too busy panicking.
"Fuck!" You tugged at your hair, "Fuck!" You yelled again. That's when the tears started. You sank to your knees in the middle of the living room and cried. You really couldn't breathe now.
While you sat trying, and failing, to calm down, the door opened. You had completely forgotten that Remington was coming home.
"(N/N)!" He called as he came in and closed the door. "(N/N)!" He came and knelt beside you.
"R-Rem?"
"It's me, baby. Can you try take a deep breath for me?" You tried and he brushed the tears of your face. You inhaled deeply and then threw your arms around him and sobbed into his chest. He didn't know what to do. He'd never witnessed you have a panic attack. You were starting to hyperventilate. "(N/N), take a deep breath! Please, I don't want you to pass out!" He'd seen Emerson have panic attacks, but they were nothing like this. After several minutes of you crying and taking deep breaths you calmed down enough that Remington wasn't as worried. He carefully picked you and and sat down on the couch with you in his lap.
"What happened?" So you told him everything.
"Failing one exam won't make you fail, babe. But failing all of them will. You have to sleep."
"I have to study."
"Sleep comes first. Do you have any classes tomorrow?" You shook your head. "Perfect. Call out sick from work and catch up on your sleep."
"But-" He cut you off with a kiss.
"Butts are for pinching." He proved this statement by pinching you. You squeaked and he grinned. "Now I say we order pizza, watch some movies and then go to bed." You nodded and rested your head against his chest.
"I missed you."
"Missed you too." He gave you a kiss that lasted much longer than the first one. He ordered pizza and together you chose a movie. You stayed pressed against his chest feeling the calmest you had since Christmas.

This sucks. I'm sorry. I've never had a panic attack or witnessed anyone having a panic attack.
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