꒰🍒꒱ warning : panic attacks
꒰🍒꒱ note : this chap may be confusing, but everything will fall into place at the end :]!

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a small, shaking figure was curled up tightly in a small ball somewhere inside a cold, gloomy room. it was past midnight and the thunder was roaring. every second there was a strike or two, and the noise came right after.

the figure was sobbing, trembling. IV bag ripped out by force and laying on the floor, the contents spilling as well as the steady stream of blood from the arm of the figure. he scratched his arms as he cried, when the thunder came, he shut his ears in an attempt to drown it out.

another lightning came and he cries harder than before. his breath coming out as a wheeze now, coughing in between. he breathes deeply to try and calm himself. the thunder sounds. it doesn't work.

the tiles on the floor weren't a sanitary place to be curled up on, considering what the building was. but the boy didn't care. white thin sheets wrapped around the lithe, fragile body, providing little warmth.

he doesn't know why he feels like this. it was a sudden attack. one moment he was laying in bed, soothed and lulled to sleep by the steady sounds of the beeping of the monitor, the other moment, he was gasping for air, remembering the events that happened the morning and ripping out the tubes from his body and letting out a blood-curdling scream to let it all out.

the thunder drowned all the noise, and no one was alerted of the boy's panic attack.

"Please," the small, weak boy begged to no one in particular, "p-please stop it.."

a sudden roar of thunder makes him scream again, grabbing at his hair as tears streamed down his pale cheeks. he was crying so much, the tears were starting to stop coming out. only leaving soft wheezing as he tried to convey all of the confusing emotions that he felt. it was overwhelming.

fat tears rolled down his cheeks and slid onto the tip of his chin, rolling down and dropping into a pile on his sweatpants. it was now a wet patch of salty tears.

the rain pounded twice as hard, and the door opened. a silhouette of someone standing there.

"Aish, look at this mess.." the silhouette spoke, "nurse, please come get him, he's doing it again,"

"Beomgyu?" now, a soft, familiar voice says. the voice was so comforting to hear that the boy's brain immediately registered it as family.

"mom," he choked out a sob. the nurse merely shook her head.

"I'm not, sweetheart," she says, "come on, let's get your IV back on, please?"

"Mom!" he cried out all of a sudden, his hands clawing at his face, "I don't want it- please!"

"Choi Beomgyu," the woman says a little less soft now, "Let me help you up, let's get back to bed, okay? you have school tomorrow,"

"I DONT WANT IT- I DONT WANT IT PLEASE!" the fragile boy cried out, trashing, "MOM, HELP ME!"

"I need some help, please," the nurse said to the open door, and on cue, two more staff members came in and help.

"We're not going to hurt you, you'll be okay," the young boy hears as he was guided to the bed, "breathe, calm down,"

And five minutes later, Beomgyu was laying on his bed again, IV inserted in his arm and doped with sleeping pills. his eyes drooped as he focuses on his soft breathing.

thunder came after the lightning. but beomgyu smiled.

he wonders, prays, hopes he can get out of here one day.