Hear Your Voice Pt.2 // Aph Lithuania x Poland

Salvation

Toris woke up with a huge hangover. His head hurt like crazy, he immediately felt pain in his throat, it couldn't be good. He turned to his side and saw that Feliks wasn't there. He had no clue what time it was, how long he slept nor how much he drank yesterday. All he was sure of was that he drank too much. All in all, he felt like complete shit.

He slowly got out of the bed and went to the kitchen, his legs still shaking. Before he could even reach it, he started feeling sick. He rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could and threw up into the trash. After it was over, he started feeling a lot better.

Suddenly, Toris heard noises coming from the kitchen. He jumped up startled. He quickly rushed to the kitchen and saw his partner lying on the floor, shaking uncontrollably, his eyes shut tight. The Lithuanian rushed to his partner and held him down as best as he could despite how weak he felt. He wanted to speak, say anything to try to calm the Pole but no words left his mouth, he strained his voice too much yesterday.

He knew that he had to stay with the Pole until he calms down. He could see the pain in Feliks' expression and could see sweat forming on his face. He looked terrible and Toris couldn't do anything about it.

He stayed next to the Pole, just like he always did, waiting for his partner to stop shaking. Normally he would try and speak to him but he couldn't even make a sound. All he could do was hope that Feliks would sense his presence and that it would help him calm down faster. He started to worry even more when he realized that his partner wasn't calming down. Usually, his attacks would last only a few minutes but this one seems to last a lot longer. Lithuania couldn't remember that ever happening before...

The fact that Toris still had a huge hangover didn't help with the situation. He tried to think about what he could do to help Feliks but he had a hard time even registering what was happening. His head hurt like hell and he felt sick again. He just hoped that Feliks' attack would not last for much longer and that he didn't hurt himself in any way before Toris came into the kitchen.

Toris tried to speak again in hopes of regaining his voice but it didn't work. He remembered how much he spoke the night before and was angry at himself that he let himself do that. He knew that it would end like this but somehow wasn't able to stop himself, he obviously drank too much but he had to admit it was what he needed at the moment. Now he was angry at himself, maybe if he didn't speak out yesterday, he would be able to calm Feliks down.

At this point Feliks started to scream, it sounded like he was in a lot of pain. Toris started to panic, he held the Pole's hands down as best as he could but he knew he was slowly losing strength. Despite that, he knew well that he could not leave Feliks' side until he calmed down.

"Feliks" - He mouthed his name, wishing that his partner would hear him. "Please, I'm next to you" - Lithuania closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, the hangover didn't help at all.

After something that seemed like forever, Feliks stopped shaking and he passed out on the floor, his breathing was still irregular as he seemed to be trying to catch his breath.

Toris let go of his partner's arms and sat on the kitchen floor next to him. He felt tired and sick but it was nothing compared to what Poland must be feeling.

Before Toris could do anything else, he quickly got to his feet and vomited into the kitchen sink. He only let go of the sink when he was sure that he wouldn't vomit anymore. He then reached for a bottle of water and started drinking directly from it. His throat hurt like crazy. He really felt thirsty. When he finally finished drinking, he kneeled down next to Feliks and checked if he had a fever. The Pole's forehead was hot, it was covered in sweat. He was still unconscious. Toris quickly tried to pick his partner from the floor but it was harder than he thought. He felt weak. After a few tries, he finally managed to pick him up and took him to their bedroom. The Lithuanian gently lay his partner on the bed and put a cold towel on his forehead in hopes that it would cool him down and lower his fever. Toris was worried that Feliks was still unconscious, he usually woke up immediately after having a panic attack or after a few minutes but this time it was different. It reminded Toris of the first time Feliks started having panic attacks almost seventy years ago. They would last for as long as an hour and Feliks often lay unconscious for days after it was over. He even ended up in a psychiatric hospital once, he was sent there by his own national officials but nothing helped. It was concluded that he would stop having them after some time. But that didn't happen. Yes, his attacks got weaker as the years passed but they were nowhere close to being gone. At some point, Feliks accepted the fact that they would probably stay with him till the end of his life but he still was scared every time they happened. In these moments he was unable to separate reality from the images he was seeing despite having his eyes closed. Toris always tried to help Feliks, tried to calm him down, help him stop the attack before it came but it always happened no matter what they would try. But the ones he had nowadays were a lot shorter... The fact that this one lasted for so long and caused him so much pain really worried the Lithuanian. He spent a good forty minutes with the Pole, trying to calm him down and he didn't know how long Poland lay in the kitchen before he came in... It was nothing like the ordinary attacks Feliks would have for the past few years, this one reminded Toris of the first attacks, it was long, evoked a lot of pain in the Pole's body, completely paralyzed him, and took so much of his energy that he would lay unconscious for a much longer time than normal.