And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 4 - I Can't

Trigger Warning: Panic attack.

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter," Logan wrote on his arm the next day.

There was no ignoring it anymore, he just had to face this now. The several years he spent ignoring Patton's existance, was it all for nought? Yes, it was.

"OH THANK GOD YOU'RE OKAY!" Patton scribbled quickly as he crambled out of bed upon reading the message.

He flopped on the carpeted floor and dragged his arm closer so he could see the reply that'd she'd give him.

"Please talk to me...." Patton mumbled to himself as he laid on the floor.

Soon a tickling sensation began writing slowly on his arm. 078 *** *** **** A phone number.

Logan, on the other hand (get it) was absolutely fine, he had taken a course a while back on first aid and his hand was carefully wrapped up in bandages that needed to be changed soon. He was doing completely fine. Well physically, yes.

Buzz buzz buzz.

"OMG ARE YOU OKAY?!" A screamed yelled on the other line, "Wait, tell me if you see the word hippopotamus written on your arm,"

The scruffy writting began forming the word hippopotamus on his arm, "Yes, it is,"

"Wrong number! Sorry!" Patton yelled before throwing his phone at a wall.

"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no," He yanked at his hair violently as he repeat the word over and over and over again quietly to himself.

His pupils constricted, sweat rolled down the side of his face as the world began to shake in front of his eyes. Patton could feel his blood pumping around his entire body, through each vein he felt the liquid rush through.

"Patton? Are you alright?" He heard a voice from his phone.

"C-can't br-brea-breathe," He dragged his body over to his phone, clinging onto something. Anything.

Logan knew what to do, back when he wasn't in the best mental state, his previous best friend, Virgil Haywood. His friend had extremely bad anxiety, and in short, he knew some tricks to assist when they helped one another.

"Patton, please listen to me, please, try and breath in for four," Logan literally held up four fingers as if it was a verbal conversation.

He hummed inhaling barely. Shaking his head he opened his mouth, words quietly flowing out, "I-I c-can't,"

"I believe in you Patton, inhale for four seconds,"

He tried again, his hyperventilated state failed him. Breathe in for four, no two. Breathe in for four, no three. Breathe in for four.

"You're doing great, hold that breath for seven seconds," Logan instructed, holding up three more fingers to no one.

He hitched his breath for only four seconds before gasping for breath again, "N-no no n-no no no, c-can't...."

"You can Patton, it'll all be alright," Logan reassured the man on the phone, "Breathe in for four, hold for seven,"

In for four, no no no. In for four....in for four. Hold for seven....

"I'm proud of you, now exhale for eight seconds," Logan told him, raising one last finger in the air.

Patton let go of his breath quickly.