Dreamteam Oneshots.

Panicked calls

See Notes at the end of the chapter

Dream couldn't breath. He couldn't handle the world right now. All the stress of the past few days seemed to come crashing down on him. He felt like he was going to vomit, the feeling in his stomach was all to intense. He couldn't stop this feeling from growing. It was too much.

He was starting to breath more loudly now, he couldn't think, he didn't know what to do. All he could do was try to focus on breathing. It wasn't working.

He knew who could help though, Bad.

Bad had been there for him when he was nervous for his first job, he had been there for him when he had his first bad breakup and when he was spiraling into a dark hole he couldn't get out of alone.

He would know what to do.

He shakily got his phone out of his pocket. His cheeks felt wet, he had been crying without realizing it? He was in worse shape then he thought.

When he opened discord he saw that Bad was one of the only people on, trying to take in a deep breath which didn't work to well, he opened a call and waited for Bad the pick up. Luckily, Bad picked up a few seconds after.

"Hey you Muffin Head what's up?" Bad said in a cheery tone. Followed by a moment of silence on Dream's end. He had put his hand over his face, wether it was to muffle the sniffles or for some form of comfort he didn't know.

"...Bad." he said in small, shaky voice.

Bad must've realized something was wrong because the next thing he said was "Dream? Are you okay?" He said in a more serious tone.

Dream couldn't. He can't do this, he was starting to hyperventilate and this time Bad could hear him. He managed to get out a strangeled "I- I don't know." but it was cut off by more hyperventilating.

"Hey, it's okay, Dream. I'm here." Bad said in a soft tone, one he used when he calmed down Dream on the other occasions. His breathing was getting more loud and ragged, which was interrupted by another person joining the call. It was George, surprisingly.

George seeing that Bad and Dream were in a call together, wanted to be a part of the fun.

Or rather more worrying then fun to say the least.

Bad noticed when George came in and cursed under his breath. He knew this would only make Dream freak out more. Dream realizing he had to deal with more people then he could handle at the moment, "Bad.." he whined, crying.

"I know, Dream." He said sweetly.

At this point George didn't know what to do. He interrupted something that he wasn't meant to see, "Um... Bad is Dream...? Having a panic attack?" He asked nervously.

"George I'm gonna need you to stay quiet for a bit, he'll be okay don't worry." And with that said Bad put his attention back on Dream. George was worried for his friend, sure he knew Dream got stressed but never to where he got panic attacks over it. He wanted to be there for him even if he couldn't do anything but sit.

"Dream, I'm gonna need you to listen to me, okay?" Bad said in a calm but firm voice.

Dream nodded and realized Bad can't see him he mumbled an "Mhmm." In response.

Bad needing to hear confirmation and getting it, continued. "Shhh. It'll all be okay, I promise. Okay, I need you to follow my breathing as best you can, Dream." And with that Bad started to breath in and out slowing waiting till Dream had done the same to continue.

Dream followed Bad's breathing as best he could, he really did. It was hard to do though, having a panic attack in front of one of your best friends and George on top of that, is scary. Sure Bad had helped him with this kinda thing before, but when George came in it was like he had lost something. Like he had lost that stand of not being weak, and now George saw him at a weak point. That didn't stop the quilt of having to be taken care of creep in.

Dream was starting to calm down now, with Bad's help he felt better and a little safer. "One last big breath for me, okay, Dream?"

"Yeah, Bad" he said a little shaky. One last breath and everything was okay for a moment.

George was waiting for someone to speak first, it was Dream who did. "Well.. um that just happened... I quess..." He said tiredly.

"Dream" George said. A beat of silence. Dream's mouth felt to dry. "Um what happened?"

"George, let's try to not overwhelme him, okay?"

Bad then went on to explain what happened and that Dream sometimes has panic attacks when he gets to stressed. Dream, exhausted from the whole thing lets Bad take this.

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Notes

My first fic! I hope you liked it!
I'm proud of this and I think I did a decent job on this.
Got this prompt from Twitter when Dream tweeted that he had a panic attack and bad was there to help him through it.(think it was like a year ago)

Anyway hope you enjoyed my interpretation on this.