Panic (M)

                                    

                                          
Warning: Panic attack. Might be a little too overwhelming and heavy so please read with caution.

Modern AU
Armin's POV

                                                 "You're panicking"
                "Oh no, not again"
                                         "Breathe"
"Calm down"
           "Stop being stupid"
                                         "This always happens"
"Calm down!"
                             "Please, stop!"


"Hey, man. You alright?"


    "I have to calm down"
                                                            "Please..."
                     "Just stop talking!"
"I need my meds"
                                                           "Please no..!"
                                             "But where...—"
                              "Escape"
             "Get out!" 
   Millions of voices swarmed in my head, my voice, fighting to be pilot of my brain, but they were futile. I just stood be there, frozen, beyond my every control in the sea of drunk bodies and booming music. Maybe hours or minutes past by, but it was all a blur to me in this frenzy of anxiety and panic. Time warped and japed the inner mechanisms in my mind, only furthering my unraveling. 
   Warm fingers pressed against my clammy bicep, feeling the slight hesitance in their actions as their fingers snuck just underneath the seem of my stripped t-shirt. I could feel those fingers shift down my arm to clasp on to my hand— 
                   "Get a hold of yourself..." 
My body jittered under their touch, eyes wide open in one spot in front of me as I desperately tried to cease my quickening breathing patterns that caused my heart to beat so feverishly. 
      "Please... just stop it. This is ridiculous!"  
    The sea of dancing bodies around me only grew louder. My vision fogged and warped from the tears in my eyes, feeling my head spin like a top. 
"You're okay...
               You are okay,
                       breathe, now.
                                        Breathe..."
   Without much say, I was being dragged away from the chaos into another secluded, dark room. Yet it still remained in my head, raging louder than ever when— 
                                                  "Just... breathe..." 
   I was forced to the ground. This person had been talking to me in their low, velvety tones. Different from the one before. But I couldn't hear them well enough to distinguish their identity. Even just hearing the low register of their voice was comforting to hear— 
                                                 "You're in danger
                             You're going to die
                                       There's too many 
You are going to die"
   All my anxieties and inner voices jumbled together into one big clueless cluster, overlapping and clamoring my thought process. My motor skills were completely hijacked, making me curse myself even further. Why can't my brain just understand that there's no real threat? How am I "going to die" right now?
       "Please stop!!!"
   My nerves expecting the very worse, I felt their hands travel along my body— "Stop..." But very carefully. They were directing me, but only so that I was sitting against a wall with my head between my knees. I could feel one of their hands still remain on my shoulder, talking at me with the same, silky tones. Even so, my hyperventilation had reached it's peak—