How the turtles would help you through a panic attack
Your panic attack would come out of nowhere but Leo knew exactly what to do to calm you down. He put one hand firmly on your chest above your heart and one hand was on your lower back. His heart broke a little when he felt how fast yours was beating.
“(Y/n), calm down. Breathe.” He spoke softly and gently, knowing anything could send you over the edge right now. You looked at him with tear filled eyes and breathed with him. He could feel your body shake less and less with each breathe and your heart rate slowed to its normal pace.
“Thank you, Leo, I…I’m sorr-”
“You never have to apologize to me for this, okay? I love you.”
Raph never really knows what to do except to hold you in his arms. He feels guilty though, that he doesn’t know what to do. He just wants you to be okay. Your panic attack would come out of the blue and you would just latch onto him and he would quickly wrap his arms around you, holding you tight.
“(Y/n), what should I do? Tell me what I should do.” Raph pleaded, feeling useless. You just should your head and buried your face into his chest.
“J-just hold me…” you said, barely above a whisper. He could barely hear you but he could still hear your voice shaking. So he did as you said and he just held you and stroked your hair as he spoke soothing words to calm you down.
You and Donnie would be on the couch reading together when it would happen. He heard your book fall to the floor and you suddenly gripped his arm in a panic. He knew what was going on. He threw his own book down quickly and he turned towards you and put one arm around your waist. With his free hand he placed his two fingers on the back on your neck and pressed firmly. You don’t know why this always calmed you down so quickly when he did this, but somehow it worked.
You shook a little and breathed with him. “How do you do that?” you asked, slowly starting to regain your composure. He just smiled softly at you and kept his arm around your waist as he caressed your cheek, his thumb wiping away a couple of tears and laughed lightly.
“I’m a genius, remember?”
Sweet, precious Mikey. He is honestly a mixture of all three brothers. He doesn’t know what to do right away when your panic attack starts but he figures out what to do pretty quickly and it never seems to fail.
He stared at you helplessly for only a second before unwrapping his hoodie from his waist and he gently placed it over your shoulders and pulled you into arms. Once you started to calm down a little you pulled his large hoodie over your head and that immediately comforted you. It smelled just like him and it was surprisingly warm and soft. (He must have
finally washed it.)
“You okay angelcakes? ….Did I help?” he asked gently. You smiled and placed a kiss on his snout.
“You did. Thank you Mikey.” you said sweetly. He blushed and held you tight. “…And good luck getting your hoodie back by the way.”