Let me be there (Michael x Reader)

Ch.14// PTSD

Michael's POV
We were sitting in Geometry, and I was staring out the windows. Suddenly a ball of paper hits me in the back of the head. I turn around and Y/N is smiling at me. I chuckle and open the paper. It says,
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          How does a Squid go into battle?

                                         Well-armed
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I laughed a little loudly, and the teacher looked right at me. "Something funny Mr.Mell?" I suppressed my grin with all my might. 
"No ma'am." She glared at me, but continued teaching. I looked back at Y/N and she was suppressing giggles too.
Suddenly a loud noise erupted in the room, accompanied by flashing lights. Everybody stood up. "Relax everyone it's most likely just a drill." I hated fire alarms. They were so loud.
I heard some commotion in the back. When I turned around everybody was looking at something on the floor. I walked back and saw Y/N laying on the ground.
Her eyes were open and she was fully awake but she was laying on the floor. Her eyes were darting everywhere with panic and she was hyperventilating.
Most students were filing out of the classrooms at that time. That's when the sprinklers cut on. This isn't a drill. "Y/N? We have to get up alright? Are you okay?" I laid on the floor next to her. Water dropped from her nose and her eyes were glazed over. "Y/N? Come on we have to go." She looked at me.
"I can't move." She said. "Does anything hurt?" She looked terrified. "No. No I'm not hurt. I just can't move. I-I can't..."
That's when it hit me. I looked down and she was clutching her bandaged arm. Oh! I thought. PTSD.
"Okay Y/N. We really have to go though. Can I pick you up?" She wasn't saying any words now, she was just quivering and shaking. I picked her up and carried her outside. The teacher ran up.
"Is she okay? Did she get hurt?" I shook my head and whispered the situation into her ear. She nodded carefully and sat next to Y/N on the ground.
Suddenly she started screaming and kicking and crying. "Stop! Jake! Jake get me out! Jake help me! Please!" She continued to yell like this for minutes on minutes. I just sat there playing with her hair, trying to keep her calm, until after all the screaming she just cried, and cried and cried.
*time squip*
Y/N's POV
We were sitting in my room. I wrapped my hair up in a towel so it would dry better and Michael laid next to me with a towel around his neck. "So..." He said. "You were screaming about Jake a lot." He said. He had explained to me my... incident... at school today. "Yah. When I woke up in the bathroom I heard Jake down the hall, but my voice was messed up so much from the smoke he couldn't hear me."
Michael was rubbing circles in my back. I heard him sniffle loudly. I turned around and tears were slipping down his face. I wiped them with my thumb.
"I'm sorry." He said. "I just hate that you had to go through that." He said. I pulled the towel off my hair and crawled on top of him, my head buried in his chest and his arms around my waist. We fell asleep like this.

Michael's POV
Y/N fell asleep and I continued to mess with her damp hair. She was so pretty. I traced my pointer finger along the lines on her bandages. I sniffled a little bit more. I wish it was me. I wish I stayed in there instead of her.
"Please don't ever leave me." I whispered softly. I fell asleep with her on top of me.