hi hi idk if you can but could you write boss abby helping reader with a panic attack at work or smth???
tw: panic attack comfort ; gn!reader ; cursing ; (reader is embarrassed about it)
you knew when you woke up this morning with a pit in your stomach that today would be hard. of course, you didn't exactly anticipate sitting at your cubicle in front of your computer, shaking so hard that your entire body hurts.
what caused the panic attack, you don't know. all you know is that you want it to be over. for the thoughts and the shaking to stop, just so you could have a moment of peace.
and of course, today of all days, abby fucking anderson is in the building. now, usually this wouldn't be a problem. abby is sweet to all of her employees and colleagues. nobody really has anything to say about her, except how awesome her bonuses are around the holidays.
but you're unsure of how she would react if she saw you in the state you are in now. sitting silently, not doing anything productive, just having a panic attack. she's not cruel, you know that much, but you also happen to know that she values her business and doesn't believe in wasting time.
so you type away idly at the computer, writing off emails to clients and trying to push through.
the doors to the room open, a few other employees' heads popping up out of their cubicles to see who's there, so you do the same.
abby anderson and her long braid and tailored suit. she and her... perfectly sculpted jawline and soft eyes and... wow, has she been working out?
seeing her was a nice distraction for a moment, before you're pulled back into reality. your anxiety was almost making you feel nauseous, the "pit" from this morning growing into something much, much more extreme.
you duck your head inside your cubicle, trying to control your breathing as abby makes her way around the room, graciously greeting all of the employees.
head ducked, hands sweaty and shaking. god, please just get it over with before she comes over here. please, please, please.
"whoa, you okay?" her soft, sultry voice says from behind you.
you turn, trying to keep your cool as you respond. your mouth opens with the intention of speaking, but only a quiet, strangled breath comes out.
abby had read your employee file, along with everyone else's, front to back. something about "feeling closer to your employees." or whatever. so she knew about your condition, and she knows how it can get in the way of working. plus, it didn't take a genius to figure you out.
"come with me to my office." she murmurs, putting a hand in the center of your back to guide you out of your chair and too her office in the front and center of the room.
as soon as you hear the door click behind you, you break down into tears, your breathing increasingly shaky.
"okay, slow down." she says, guiding you to sit down on one of her faux leather chairs, "breathe. slowly."
you try to calm down, attempting to calm yourself out of the sheer embarrassment. jesus christ, why does your boss have to see this?
"talk to me. what's going on?" she coos, putting her hand back on your back and rubbing large circles with her soft, yet calloused hand. why is she being so... understanding?
"i need to go back to work." you choke out.
she's quick to tut at you, "the hell you are. you're staying right here until you calm down. can i get you anything?"
you shake your head no, swallowing the lump in your throat. you're too busy in your head to notice abby's thick thumbs swiping the tears off your cheeks.
"do you want to talk?" she asks in the softest voice you'd ever heard. god, why does she have to be so sweet?
you numbly shake your head to her question, the tightness that consumed your throat starting to ease, breathing becoming just the slightest bit easier. she could tell, too, by the way that your chest didn't rise and fall as fast, and that your eyebrows relaxed after being squeezed together.
"better?" she asks after a moment, to which you nod.
you didn't know why, but your heart was still racing. not with panic, no, but this time with something else.
sorry i haven't written in a while guys๐ฅฒ this probably sucks
