WDW Sickics/Oneshots

Epilepsy // Corbyn Pt. 7

"3 minutes."

Corbyn's heart beating out of his chest, anxiety begins to consume him.

He walks up to Daniel.

"I think I'm gonna have another panic attack", he says.

"You're okay. Just look at me, and take deep breaths", Daniel tells him.

Corbyn looks into his eyes, and tries to count his inhales and exhales.

"Thank you", he says, his eyes closed.

"Just remember your here for your fans, and they love you so much. Almost as much as me", Daniel says with a smile.

Corbyn walks away, after giving a toothy smile back.

"It's time."

Corbyn lets a long breath out, and shakes out his limbs, also trying to shake out the nerves.

As he walks towards the stage, he hears the crowd screaming, echoing through his skull.

He braces himself, trying to act like it was any other show.

Daniel looks at Corbyn's nervous figure, and steps closer.

He grasps his bandmates hand in his own, and squeezes tight.

Corbyn squeezes back, trying to tell Daniel thank you without words.

"Introducing Why Don't We!", the boys hear.

Corbyn's POV

We all run on stage, jumping up and down, and smiling.

The crowd is huge, with what looks like thousands of phone flashes lighting it up.

I feel so much adrenaline rushing through my body, and at that moment, my life was at its peak.

But there is always a downfall.

We perform Trust Fund Baby, and I feel fine.

The fans singing along, and smiling, is exhilarating.

But then comes the dizziness, and the vision swirling, after the song is over.

As the back track for Unbelievable comes on, I try to bring himself back to normal.

But it's not working.

I start to sing, trying to get through my part, and play things off.

"Your taste, I could drink, I could drink, I could drink, a-

I stop.

The sound of the music, and the crowd drowns out, like speakers being turned down.

My vision goes hazy, and black spots jump around.

And then, the taste of iron fills my mouth, and I feel my body go numb.

That, was the last feeling I had.

General POV

As Corbyn suddenly stops, the boys all gaze in his direction.

His face falls emotionless, and the mic shakes in his hand as his eyes stare off.

Without thinking twice, Jonah puts the mic on the ground, and puts his arms behind Corbyn, catching him just in time.

His body convulses, as his eyes roll into the back of his head.