Sanders Sides Boiz Oneshot REPRISE

I Can't [Anxceit] (Highschool AU)

I need to vent, so I wrote this.

STORYTIME!

Virgil collapsed to his knees, cursing himself out in his head because he doesn't have the breath to say it out loud. The rest of the team was already doing the last sprint but he pHYSICALLY couldn't breathe. Hooray. His asthma was too much, and now he as beginning to panic because he can't do something so basic. Virgil was never the best runner, he was built more for batting and catch. He just couldnt. He stumbled up with his hands on his head, trying to breathe and using all his energy to try and talk at a bearable voice.

"Coach... I can't... breath."

Coach scowled and kicked the dirt, shattering Virgil's heart and lung at the same time. 

"Virgil I can't keep making excuses for you! You have to do what everyone's on the team is doing!  You need to run with your team!"

Virgil staggered over the base to sprint to first, then round to second, third, and home again only to do it once more, making up for what he didn't do while he ever was struggling to breathe. His stomach and legs were in agony and his breaths were sharp and miserable as he barely waddled a run, coach and the entire team "encouraging" him to push through. The entire team would be so better off without him, especially coming back from a broken ankle...

Virgil nearly tripped over the base, stopping immediately from his walking jog to throw his hands over his head and breathe. His inhaler was with his glove and cleats, he needed to get it but he can barely walk the speed of a tortoise. Coach had already called the team out by the time Virgil made it. Virgil turned his head to go get his rings but coach grabbe dhis shoulder and made him face him. He wanted to cry so bad in this moment, but he was too dehydrated. Today is hell.

"Listen, son, maybe this isn't for you. I need you to be a le to keep up. You've been out the entire off season due to your... sprained ankle?  Broken bone? Whatever. You've done eight percent of the work these boys have! I can't make excuses for you. If you need asthma help, bring your puffer, same with your anxiety or whatever. You need to get better, aight champ? See where I'm coming from?"

Virgil just nodded, biting back the tears as coach patted his back and sent him off. He snatched his inhaler as soon as possible and took a double puff, feeling very dizzy and feint. Asthma sucks. Panic attacks suck. He'd run far away from here off his legs weren't pureé jelly. He sat down on the bench with his bat and glove both at his feet. He didn't have a bag other than his catcher's gear today, but he did have his hoodie which had his phone. He texted his significant other.

Virge:// Babe? Can to meet me at the field? I can't move. It hurts. I'm in a panic and I can't breathe.

Dee:// Say no more, I'll come and get you.

Virgil sat back on the dugout bench, trying to focus on his breathing and trying to deal with this overwhelming need to leave right now. Where? Who cares! It's a panic attack baby! He used his albuterol inhaler again, trying his damndest to breathe. A teammate, the pitcher he cstches for on the JV team, noticed he didn't plan on moving any time soon. He sighed and sat down next to him, knowing that he had issues and knowing how much of a hardass the coach is.

"Don't listen to him. He doesn't understand that people have it harder than others and have to try harder than others. He just has his perfect vision for everyone, it wasn't like this last year. You're fine. Need anything?"

"No... thank you. I'm just gonna wait here for someone to pick me up and leave everything in my locker, I don't think I can manage going to get it."

The pitcher nodded and began to slowly jog back to the locker room. Virgil kept on focusing on breathing until his phone vibrated. He didn't bother to check it, that means Dee brought his truck to the parking lot near the fields and was walking up to come and get him. Virgil sat up, eagerly watching the doorway to the dugout as his enbyfriend walked through, sighing when he saw the overly sweaty and sunburn-faced Virgil. Before Dee could do anything: make a joke or tease him, Virgil breathed out two words.