Kaity, my anxiety has been awful lately (like 3 severe panic attacks in the last week). Could you write a little drabble about how Scotty would help his SO during a severe panic attack? Love you!
Oh no, love! I am so sad to hear that! Alright, I’ll see what my dear sweet Scotty can do for ya. :)
-He finds you leaning against the wall in a supply closet, coming to find you after you not having responded to any of his coms, so he knew something was wrong.
-You didn’t want to call him because you didn’t want to worry him and you thought it would blow over and you would be fine, but your panic attack turned pretty severe very quickly.
-Your mind was spinning in harsh circles, and you couldn’t focus on anything, tears streaming down your face and gasps racking your body.
-A soft “Oh, love.” alerts you to his presence, and the door closes quietly behind him.
-You can’t bring yourself to turn around to face him, can’t make yourself do much except hold onto the wall for dear life.
-”Love, what do you need?” A question with a million answers and you can’t seem to voice one of them.
-He dares not touch you, wants you to act first or tell him what to do, because he doesn’t want to make things worse.
-You shake your head and sink to the floor, your back still to him, and you stuff your face in your hands, wanting to rake your fingers through your skin, wanting this feeling of helplessness to go away.
-He steps around to in front of you and sits down between the wall and you, his back against the wall.
-He leans forward and reaches a hand out to brush his fingers against yours that you have cupped over your face, just presses his fingertips against the back of your hand.
-”I… I… I…” You gasp, dropping your hands but grabbing onto his fingers with one tear-stained hand, and he links his fingers through yours.
-”Shhh, Y/N, love, you don’ have t’a explain anythin’.” His tone is gentle and soothing, and you met his eyes through your watery gaze, his expression concerned and soft.
-Another wave washes over you and you sob again, reaching for Scotty, and he releases your hand to pull you forward into his lap, your face pressed into his shoulder.
-He cradles you with one arm over your knees and one around your back, holding you to him.
-”It’s alright, I’m here, love, I’m here. It’s okay.” The words are whispered into your hair.
-Slowly, after what seems like an eternity, the tightness in your chest relaxes, your tears lessen, and the tangle of thoughts in your brain calms.
-Kisses are pressed to the top of your head, to your forehead, and he brushes his thumb across your cheek and over your ear, tucking your hair back.
-The actions soothe you, and your eyes float closed, exhausted after all your energy spent during the panic attack.
-He begins to hum a soft melody, and you hear it through his chest, the tune deep and airy at the same time, an old melody no doubt, and it brings you back to earth even more.
-When you almost reach the comfort of sleep, Scotty nudges you, and you tilt your head back to meet a soft kiss, and a tightening hug.
-”Let’s getcha to bed.” He instructs and helps you stand, his arm never not wrapped around you, and you stumble down the hall, leaning heavily into him.
-Once in your room he helps you undress and get into something more comfy, settling you into bed.
-Kneeling next to the bed where you lay, your eyes too heavy to keep open anymore, you grab his hand and give it a squeeze, “Thank you, Monty.”
-”Anytime, love.” You hear the smile in his voice and he squeezes your hand back.
-A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead and you hear his footsteps retreat, the lights darkening just before you slip into a deep sleep.
I hope this is alright! I am pretty tired myself to the sleep part is the real deal rn.
Lots of hugs for you, love, and I hope you feel better. Snuggle into the Scotty Trash Mansion with me and we will be just fine. :)