Can I request Dang Heng and Sunday (separated) comforting their lover when they have a bad panic attack?
Tysm if you write this!
Between the Panic and the Peace
Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Comfort/Angst, Panic Attack Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Vulnerability, Introspective, Gentle Touches, Slow Burn (Implied Emotional Intimacy), Mutual Care and Trust, Past Trauma References.
Warnings: Descriptions of Panic Attacks (hyperventilation, disorientation, trembling, emotional breakdown), Implied Past Trauma (Dan Heng and Sunday), Brief Mention of Survivor’s Guilt and Religious Trauma (Sunday), Emotional Dysregulation, Mental Health Struggles.
The quiet hum of the Astral Express fades beneath the sound of your ragged breathing.
Your chest constricts, tight and trembling. The corridor lights feel too bright, too sharp, like the world is tilting and you're falling without ever moving. You curl into yourself, pressed against the cold wall outside the archives, arms wrapped tight around your torso. Panic claws up your throat, and all the grounding tricks you’ve been taught are swallowed by the storm.
Then you hear him. Quiet footsteps. Familiar. Measured.
“...Hey,” Dan Heng’s voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the haze like a lifeline. He doesn’t rush to your side. He kneels at a careful distance, hands visible, tone steady.
“I’m here,” he says simply.
You shake your head, tears hot and shameful. You want to speak, but the words won’t come. Your body isn’t listening.
Dan Heng doesn’t touch you. Not yet. Instead, he speaks again, his voice a constant thread in the chaos.
“Can you match your breathing to mine?” he asks, and begins slowly inhaling and exhaling—loud enough that you can hear it over the sound of your own panic.
One breath. Then another.
You try. You fail. He waits.
There’s no judgment, no push. Just presence.
After a few minutes, your gasps shift, shallowing slightly, syncing almost instinctively with his rhythm. The trembling doesn’t stop, but your awareness of him cuts through the fog like a lighthouse in a storm.
Only then does he inch closer. His hand rests, open-palmed, against the ground between you. A silent invitation.
“I won’t touch you unless you ask,” he murmurs.
You reach out. Just a finger to his.
It’s enough.
Dan Heng gently slides closer, offering you the strength of his presence, his warmth—not overwhelming, but anchoring.
“I know what it’s like,” he finally says, voice barely audible. “When your own thoughts feel like a trap. When your body turns against you. But you’re not alone. Not anymore.”
You lean into him, the side of your head brushing against his shoulder. He stays still as stone, but you feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest, his careful breaths still guiding yours.
“You’re safe,” he murmurs again, a promise now.
And for the first time that day, you believe it.
The dream shatters the moment you wake—gasping, drenched in sweat, heart slamming against your ribs. Your hands tremble violently as you sit up, legs tangled in the sheets. You don’t know where you are for a moment—until you see the soft glow of golden light near the door.
Sunday stands there, halo faintly illuminated, wings tucked close to his head like a folded prayer. He doesn’t speak right away. His golden eyes are wide with concern.
“I felt something,” he finally says, and steps in with reverent silence, as if the room were holy ground.
You try to speak, but sobs take your voice. You curl in on yourself, breath sharp, skin buzzing with the aftershock of the panic attack.
Sunday kneels by your bedside and places a hand over his heart.
“May I?” he asks—voice light and warm, threaded with care.
You nod, barely.
A moment later, his arms are around you—not tight, but enveloping. His scarf brushes your skin like silk. You feel the gentle tremble of his body against yours, not from fear, but from restraint. He always holds himself like he’s trying not to fall apart for your sake.
The feathers behind his ears twitch slightly as he pulls you closer, one wing brushing your temple.
“Shh... You are not broken,” he whispers, as if declaring a sacred truth. “You are not weak for feeling so much. The heart is a vessel—it overflows, sometimes.”
You sob harder.
He doesn’t flinch. His voice deepens—not louder, but more grounded.
“I know that storm,” he murmurs. “The collapse beneath your ribs, the illusion of drowning on dry land. It’s not your fault.”
You’re shaking, clinging to his coat now, crying into the golden trim.
“There were nights,” Sunday continues, “when I thought dreams were kinder than waking life. Nights I gave up pretending I could handle the weight. But... even in illusion, I found no rest.”
He leans his forehead gently against yours, halo faintly rotating behind him, casting soft reflections on the wall.
“But you,” he breathes, “you are real. You are here. And that... is more than enough.”
His words are abstract, poetic even in panic, but they settle into you with surprising clarity. He makes space for the ache, honors it, doesn’t try to erase it.
As your breathing evens, Sunday cradles your hand in both of his.
“No matter how far you fall into yourself,” he says, “I will find you. Again and again.”
He kisses your knuckles once, reverent.
You rest your forehead against his collarbone, letting the tears fall in peace now—not from fear, but from the relief of being understood.
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hey i am new to your page...but i absolutely loveeee and adore it!!
this happened to me a few days ago. I had an economics A exam. i suck at economics and have been trying to improve since last year. i studied the entire night but had a panic attack in the morning. I felt as if I was dying. decided not to go for the exam. had a huge fight with my parents over this—they yelled and scolded me for not giving the exam and I just couldn't stop crying. I was on low sleep and high panic. My professor is one of those teachers who will taunt your entire life if you don't do well in his subject, i never performed well in his class and now I didn't give the exam. What do I do? I feel really scared and guilty.
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: when panic attacks derail your plans (you're not a failure) :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
hi sweet angel!
first off, welcome to my little corner of the internet! i'm so glad you found me and that you love it here 🤍
now, let me start by saying something really important: you are NOT a failure. you didn't "give up" or "quit" ~ you had a medical emergency. panic attacks are real, they're serious, and they're not something you can just push through with willpower. my dream is to become a psychiatrist so ANYTHING related to mental health especially panic attacks are VERY important to me. i am SO sorry you had to go through that.
i need you to hear this, missing an exam because of a panic attack is the same as missing it because of a broken leg or food poisoning. it's a health issue, not a character flaw.
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ let's address the panic first ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
panic attacks are absolutely terrifying, especially when they hit right before something important. that feeling of dying? completely normal for panic attacks, even though it's scary as hell.
your body went into fight-or-flight mode, probably from the combination of:
⋄ sleep deprivation ~ this makes anxiety SO much worse
⋄ academic pressure ~ especially with a subject you're already struggling with
⋄ fear of judgment ~ knowing your professor's tendency to be harsh
your nervous system basically said "nope, we're not doing this today" and shut down. that's not weakness! that's your body trying to protect you.
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ dealing with your parents' reaction ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
i know their reaction hurt, and i'm sorry they responded with anger instead of concern. parents sometimes react badly when they're scared or don't understand what's happening.
they probably saw it as "giving up" because they don't understand what a panic attack actually feels like. that doesn't make their reaction okay, but it might help explain it.
when you feel ready, you might try explaining: "i didn't choose not to take the exam. i had a panic attack and physically couldn't function. this is a medical issue that i need help managing."
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ next steps ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
talk to your professor ASAP ~ i know he's intimidating, but you need to address this head-on. be honest: "i experienced a medical emergency on exam day and couldn't attend. is there a makeup option available?"
get documentation if possible ~ if you can see a counselor or doctor who can document your panic attack, that helps legitimize your absence
contact student services ~ most schools have accommodations for mental health emergencies. they might be able to advocate for you
don't let fear make decisions ~ the longer you wait to address this, the harder it becomes
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ managing the shame and guilt ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
that guilty feeling? it's lying to you. you didn't do anything wrong by having a panic attack. you wouldn't feel guilty for missing an exam because of the flu, right?
the shame is probably coming from:
feeling like you "should" have been able to push through
fear of judgment from your professor and parents
internalized beliefs about mental health not being "real" health
all of these feelings are understandable, but they're not based in truth.
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ preventing this in the future ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
address the underlying anxiety ~ consider talking to a counselor about test anxiety and panic management strategies
change your study approach ~ all-nighters often make anxiety worse. try shorter, more frequent study sessions instead
practice panic attack management ~ breathing techniques, grounding exercises, having a plan for when panic hits
get academic support ~ tutoring, study groups, or different learning strategies for economics
⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ reminder ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆
you studied all night. you TRIED. you wanted to succeed. the fact that your body couldn't handle the stress doesn't negate your effort or your worth as a student.
one missed exam doesn't define you or your future. i promise you, this feels much bigger and more catastrophic right now than it actually is.
you're dealing with a lot, academic pressure, unsupportive responses from family, a intimidating professor, and your own mental health. that's genuinely a lot for anyone to handle.
be gentle with yourself right now. focus on taking care of your immediate needs, sleep, food, hydration, and addressing the exam situation when you feel more stable.
In this blog, I'm going to talk about how much I have grown within the first year of mental health journey. On another post (soon), I will share what has helped me get stronger.
I really don't want to say yesterday was my 1st anniversary of my panic attack because I will always say that for every June 26th. To be honest, I was nervous yesterday like I didn't want to have any reason to drive and then I got nervous like "Am I going to be nervous to drive now that it's the season after my PA?" Because last year it was like that. But I'm glad that feeling is gone. I'm just seeing each day like I'm getting better like I was before. I have to remember that I'm doing a lot better than I was last year.
During my walk yesterday or this morning, I was thinking back to the days after the PA and how I was stuck in bed and just watching ASMR videos to help me calm down. Watching TED talks about anxiety. It was so hard for me to be in the kitchen and just grabbing from each section and turning around because I was very dizzy. I was hardly eating anything. I was reflecting how much I have grown from all of that.
My list of gratitude of my growth. I'm grateful for:
God never leaving my side
My dizziness going away
My friends and my family being really patient with me and being there for me
My friend, Phylicia, being there every step of the way with me.
I finally had the strength to take my vitamin D that has helped me a lot
I lost a lot of weight that helped with my blood work and self esteem
For my therapist that helped me through really tough and dark times. Never made me feel judged or crazy.
For my nutritionist for helping me get through my fear of food and helping me go step by step by introducing food back.
That I can eat more than I did before.
I can work out and I can jog longer every week.
I got a diagnosis about my hashimoto's so I can know how to take care of myself.
That I got up everyday to go to work even though it was hard most of the times. Looking back, if I stopped working (which was an idea after my pa bc any stress flared up my anxiety wave) I don't think I would've gotten better and strong like I am now.
I'm driving a lot more. My family lives 25 minutes (now that I moved further) and I would only go visit them when my husband wasn't here which was once a month. Now I visit them more often by myself. I drive to go pick up my grocery orders instead of them getting delivered *which was SUPER expensive*.
That I was strong enough for my husband to work as a truck driver. It was hard to be alone for a while. 3 weeks felt like 2 months without him. But if he was here, I wouldn't have gotten stronger either. I would have depended on him way too much. It was hard to be here alone but it was worth it.
I'm super grateful that I didn't travel with my husband for the summer as we planned. It's not that I didn't want to. *There is limited space in his truck for all of my food. It all has to be in the fridge and I can't eat food from convenient stores or truck stops. I didn't want to stress about that.* I was nervous about staying home all alone for two months but I did awesome. I started working out and challenged my work outs every week. I wouldn't have gotten practice to drive around as well if I didn't stay home.
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So the panic attack impacted me in so many ways. Have I gotten better? yes and no. I am grateful of my journey but I still get frustrated about it sometimes and that's okay. Do I still fear that sometimes I will a panic attack some days? yes, everyday, anytime I feel an anxiety symptom.
The fear has gone down and my mind made room for more fears (thank you very much -_-) but made room for hope. It's really hard to focus on one thing to talk about and how I'm working on it because it's so much. I really didn't want these so long. I'm trying to make them a short read as much as possible. The thing with anxiety and just getting over a panic attack, you want to know so much how to fix it. It's like you're desperate for answers and a quick fix. I went to the devil source: the internet. I googled everything, got some relief or made my anxiety worse. It was an endless cycle.
The things I'm currently working on are ever since then:
food fear development
driving to places other than work and to my parent's.
Intrusive thoughts (became a recent thing)
Managing my stress
learning how to do this by myself while my husband is away working as a truck driver. (weeks feel like months to me)
So tomorrow, I will be talking about my food fear development because that is one of the things that is affecting my mood a lot. More than I thought it could. I do have an appointment tomorrow with nutritionist and let her know I haven't introduced yogurt yet because I'm scared. lol. I'm really trying to break out my comfort zone so I can move on from this fear and move on with life with the new tools I have learned.
~*Trigger warning: writer mentions the event of her panic attack*~
I have been so excited to type out a part of my story all day. It's been giving me a purpose in my life again. My life has been in the same routine for the past four months and that's because I experienced a panic attack back in July of 2022.
It's crazy because right now I'm getting a bit anxious going step by step on how I was feeling before the panic attack. I knew I was off because certain symptoms were coming up and ten it hit me while I was driving after looking at my hand (sounds weird, I know). I knew I was getting anxious while driving so I put on my sing along playlist, but singing wasn't helping this time. Then I realized that something else was going on. I parked in front of a plaza. I called my sister to tell her I was having some type of attack. I asked her to breathe with me and then it just got worse. I didn't have the tools to help me. It got bad where I had to tell my husband to pick me up. I had so much anxiety. The back of my head hurt so bad that I thought that I was going to go blind. It was so weird.
My husband got there and he hugged me. I could only hug him for a bit because I was trying to walk out the anxiety. Before he got there, I was pacing in a circle near my car. It sucked because every time I felt the anxiety going away, the wave would come back up. We got in his truck and because I still had the food, we went to my sister's to drop it off. We ended up not dropping it off because I just wanted to be home and I wanted to be calm. I couldn't even text my sister and Kevin had to text her to tell her we won't be going anymore. I felt bad because she was hungry and so was I but this panic attack had to come in (face palm). I was rubbing my hands together and praying and negotiating to God to take it away. I was even chatting "Lord please take it away, take it away." It's actually making me tear up remembering that.
We got home and we took down the food (lol). We immediately got the machine to check my blood pressure. I thought that's what it was because I had a high blood pressure reading happening in Mexico when I got altitude sickness. I ~love~ diagnosing myself and I thought I had high blood pressure. We checked my blood pressure and it was hella high. So I took HBP medication to help me take it down. We had to wait some time to check if I need to take the 2nd pill. It was still high and Kevin was saying that I had to go to hospital. I wanted to wait it out but I knew I had to go.
We went to this urgent care clinic super close to our apartment. They check me and my blood pressure and it went down. I see the doctor and he was telling me that I was not showing signs on a stroke or heart attack. He told me I was having/had a panic attack. Let me remind you that the panic attack lasted for an hour but because I was feeling lingering anxiety wave. I'm not sure if my body was so sore from the event. It was all in my shoulders and still the back of my head. We went back home and to be honest, I don't know what happened next. I know I laid down and tried to rest. I don't think I even ate that much that day. When I was feeling better that evening, I was telling my family and close friends what happened.
I started getting anxiety attacks during 2020. I probably got 2 that year but I noticed I was more anxious. To help me, I would sing along to my playlist and I would ground myself and feel better. It won't follow me the next day. I was able to brush it off. This panic attack, it was hard to brush off for a while.
