Deceit's Problem

Anxiety attack

Thomas was standing in the middle of his living room looking at all the Sides. "Well... I was having feelings for one of my old friends." Thomas said. Patton pulled an 'awww' face. "Why is that your problem? Or is the problem how you address this to him?" Logan asked politely. "You could give him a lick~" Remus sang.

Remus sweat dropped as everyone turned their heads towards him. Everyone except Deceit. He had a hand placed on the top of his head with an arm wrapped around his torso. His eyes fluttered open as he felt all eyes staring at him. "What?" Deceit said angrily, lifting his head up. The sudden movement caused Deceit to feel lightheaded. And as the colour on his face vanished, he placed his hand back on his head. "Dee?" Remus had shifted towards Deceit and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Whatever Remus was saying wasn't getting to Deceit. 'No one loves you', 'They don't really care'. His mind was racing as his breathing quickened. Deceit had leaned forward and placed both hands on his head. Trying to calm himself down, but it wasn't working. Thats when the shaking began.

Virgil had noticed the signs of an anxiety attack - he had experienced them before. He ran over and sat on the floor in front of Deceit. "Deceit, I need you to look at me." Remus was unsure of what to do, "Dee?" He tried to get his attention, but that failed. So he tried to move Deceit's hands away from his head, as his nails were beginning to dig into his skin.

[DECEIT POV]

I can't breath. My head is spinning and I cannot focus on anything or anyone. Hands - 4 to be exact - are grabbing at me. I try to get away, but to no anvil they won't. Fat tears stream down my lifeless face... as my vision wavers. The eternal abyss welcomes me...

[BACK TO NORMAL]

Deceit's body falls forward, causing him to fall on top of Virgil. "DECEIT!" Virgil yells. Everyone came running over. "He's out cold. There is nothing we can do now." Logan blankly states. "Roman, you me and Patton should leave." He continued. Roman was confused, "Why only us?" Logan sent a death glare towards him. "If Deceit wakes up and we are all crowded round him, it may cause him to freak out again."

And with that; an unconscious Deceit, an anxious Virgil, a frightened Remus and a scared Thomas stood in the living  room. "We should probably take Deceit back to his room." Virgil said. "Is there anything you need help with Virgil." Thomas asked, stepping towards Deceit. "I suppose you could help us get him to his room." Virgil replied.

Virgil slung Deceit over his shoulder. His stomach dropped at the weight of Deceit. He could feel his boney rib cage rubbing against his skin. Shivering he ignored it. Remus opened the door to the Dark Sides' corridor. "This way." Remus said, guiding them through. Thomas was close behind Virgil, not knowing what to expect.

They stopped in front of a sleek yellow door. Deceit's room. Opening the door and entering seemed like something Virgil would never get to do again. He could remember when they were kids... they would stay awake all night in a bundle of pillows and blankets... 'those were the days...' Virgil thought to himself, with a smile plastered on his face.

He gently placed Deceit on his bed. His hat and coat being removed a long time ago, was sat upon his desk. "What happened to you Deceit?" Virgil questioned. "To be honest, he was acting a little strange earlier..." Remus pointed out, sitting down and playing with Deceit's hair. "How long will he be out for?" Thomas asked. Virgil sighed, "We just have to wait and see..."