#d1e

Nogla slowly awoke when he felt the bed shift, weight lifting from the mattress. His vision was too blurry from just waking up to tell which one of his boyfriends it was that just left the room but they were in a hurry. That immediately made him worried, so he climbed out of bed to see whatever was happening.

Terroriser, who had David in his arms and had his head on his chest, groaned gently when his cuddle buddy was gone. He sat up and glared at Nogla in the darkness, grumpy that he left.

"I think somethings wrong, I'll be back in a moment." Nogla whispered to him, accent being hoarse. This concerned Brian just as much, so he got out of the bed to.

"What's going on?" Brian asked, following David out the bedroom door.

"Dunno', I just saw someone dash out of the-" He quickly cut himself off, hearing noises coming from the kitchen. Nogla's heart dropped when he heard heavy breathing and incoherent whispers. He was immediately aware of the problem and who was having it, before he even saw them.

His steps quicked and he turned the corner to enter the kitchen, his assumption was correct.

Brock had his arms around himself and was crying badly. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. His mouth mumbled unreadable words.

"What's wrong with him?" Terroriser asked, eyes widening a bit. He didn't have a clue to how to help.

"Panic attack." Nogla simply said, slowly walking up to Brock.

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe.." Moo mumbled over and over again, gaze on the ground.

"Moo, just focus on your breathing." Nogla said, watching him.

"I-I'm trying.." He barley replied, gripping on his own shirt.

"That's good, your doing a good job." Nogla motivated him, while Brian pulled in a chair from the dining room into the kitchen. Both men slowly and gently got Brock to sit down.

"Here, just breath iiinnn.." Nogla slowly said, Brock obeyed.

"And out." David gently said, which made Brock let out a shakey breath.

"I-I'm try-trying.." Moo repeated.

"You'll be okay. I promise." Nogla reassured him.

Brian gently held his hand, unsure of what else to do, while Nogla repeated the process with Brock. Terroriser felt his hand  that was shaking and was hot as all hell.

"Wait, Brock, would a ice pack help?" Brian hesitantly asked, not sure if he was allowed to. Brock faintly nodded.

Brian got up and filled it with ice, before coming back to Brock and gently putting it on his shoulder. He was worried that if he put it on his head, it would worsen his most-likely-apparant headache.

After Nogla coaching Brock through a couple more breathing exercises, the panic attack passed. He was still crying and shaking, but it wasn't comparable to how bad it was earlier.

"I'm s-sorry you guys dealt with that.." Moo mumbled, looking at the ground like he did something wrong.

"It's okay, Brock. Were just happy that your okay.." Terroriser said, gently pecking his cheek. Brock sniffled but couldn't help but grin a bit.

David hugged Brock close and he slowly hugged back, stuffing his face into his chest. Terroriser wrapped his arms around both of him best he can.

None of them even heard the gentle footsteps or the sound of the refrigerator opening. They looked up when they heard the 'pop' of a soda can opening.