Chapter 8

                                    

                                          

Dream's POV (before and during the attack)
We were all sitting down just talking and then George's phone went off. He left the room however we could hear him. He was shouting at someone. Then we heard him going over to the door and unlocking it. We heard shouting yet again but then they walked over and we saw them.
No one knew who they were except from George. He looked quite friendly with them. That's when Wilbur tried to get George's attention so he could explain what was happening.
George introduced us to the people and it turns out they were his family. Well that was not how the day was supposed to go. Although I am glad I got to meet his family. He never talks about them though which I find strange because he is so close to them. Or at least he appears to be really close to them.
After he introduced them they sat down. It was quite crowded. I had a massive feeling that George was going to have an anxiety attack, due to the amount of people here in person with him.
I was right. He said he needed the toilet however he was stuttering, shaking and his breathes were quite limited. 
Once he left I said I needed to get something from my room however I didn't. I instead went on a search for George. I couldn't see him in his room or any of the other rooms. The last room was the bathroom. That's when I heard the shaky breathes and crying. I knew it was his anxiety. 
I think he was trying his hardest to get used to his surroundings and not to worry the others. I don't think they know. I think it's only me and his family. I knocked on the door but no answer so I tried to calm him down but I don't think that worked very well. I think he couldn't move at all. 
"George I'm going to knock down the door. If you are behind it move. If you can't just bare with it." With that I knocked down the door at that's when I saw him. He was curled up in a ball with tear stained cheeks. He looked so fragile and hurts me to see him like this. In such a terrible state. I love him. He is also my best friend and it is horrible to see him this broken. 
I didn't know what to do so I decided to try and talk to him to calm him down. That didn't work. I noticed his eyes were going to the back of his head.
"Hey, hey don't worry. Stay with me. Please don't pass out." I started crying after I held the tears in for so long. The reason I kept on holding my tears in was because I didn't want everything to get a lot worse. If he saw me worrying then it wouldn't do the situation any favours. It would only make it much worse.
I was so worried because I wanted this to stop and to see him happy again but that wasn't going to be anytime soon.
I decided to carry him to his room because I knew that no one else knew what was happening and I don't think George wanted them to find out this way.
I tried to talk to him and keep him conscious. I could tell he liked it. Then I needed to think what to tell everyone. I was thinking about saying that he fainted and I stayed with him to make sure he was ok. That's not to far from the truth. I am staying with him to make sure he is ok and prevent anything else from happening.
That's when I realised it wasn't just a anxiety attack it was also a panic attack. The thing I wanted to prevent. I continued to talk to him but his gasps for air were getting smaller and smaller. Taking in less and less air. Not long after he passed out. I continued to try and help him. That's when I needed help. I didn't know who to go to. I thought maybe his mum. Fortunately for me his phone was right next to him. I picked it up and clicked on the emergency option. I phoned his mum and luckily she picked up immediately.
"Hello. Am i on speaker or in earshot of the Dream Smp?" I asked I disguised my voice so that if I was on speaker the others wouldn't recognise my voice. 
"No your not" she said. I was so relieved.
"Come upstairs, idk what to do. He had an anxiety and a panic attack. He passed out." I said. The only problem was how was she going to get up without raising suspicion.
"Right ok I'll be right there." She whispered it. Which I was glad about because she didn't raise any suspicions.
I hung up and as soon as I did there was a knock at the door. I got up and peaked my head around the door to see who it was. It was George's mum.
"Hey, how is he?" She was still whispering luckily. I let her and she went right to him.
"The best thing we can do right now Is just be there for him for when he wakes up. He does look quite pale though. Make sure he eats something."
"I will do." I said concerned. She was right though. He didn't look very good. He was skinny, which I knew about, but it was a lot worse than I thought. 
She left the room and went back downstairs to the others while i sat down on the bed next to him so that If and when he wakes up he has me next to him. I love him. To see him go through all this is just horrible.
I lay down on the bed cuddling up to him. He had his head on my chest and his knees up to his chest. I thought it would be the most comfortable position for him to wake up in.
I slowly start to dose off and eventually I fell asleep cuddling my best friend.
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