Sincerely- A Quackity X Reader

Chapter 15: "You always come first."

Alex's POV:

"THAT WAS YOU SIX MINUTES AGO" I yelled in disbelief, exploding and banging the table again. But I was laughing along with her too.

God, the way she laughed could probably cure depression. I smiled secretly to myself.

But obviously, my ruckus HAD to break my chair so before I could say anything, I collapsed onto the floor, bringing down the whiteboard behind me. I actually fucking hated my setup in the room, I wanted to do stuff in the basement. But no, apparently we need that for storage. I don't know what the hell my mom even stores inside there, dresses?

After a solid three minutes of getting tangled in my own limbs, I finally got up. It was oddly quiet though because y/n stopped laughing all of a sudden. And mid-laugh too. I giggled a bit, she sounded like a cow. But when I turned to tell her the screen was frozen, I was the one who froze.

Like a switch, her face went from full of color to a dull shade. Her eyes were on the brim of tears and her position was frozen. I couldn't tell she was moving until I saw her chest rising up and down so so fast and her fingers trembling under the solid grip on the table.

"Y/n oh my god oh my god, are you ok? I- holy shit what happened, did I do something?" I spoke as fast as her chest was heaving and I started to feel myself shake. I was panicking, and then it hit me.

She was having another anxiety attack.

The last one was because of school but now what?

I could feel my eyes well up right now and it was this moment that really made me want to punch my screen, hate myself for being so close but so far away. I wanted to help, not watch as she suffered. What torture it was to just be able to sit and watch her as if in a movie. I fumbled around my setup for my phone and dialed her mother's number that she gave me. Through hiccups, I managed to ask,

"H-Hello?"

"Alex! Hi, what's up, what can I help you with?" she asked, with such a calm tone it made me furious even though it wasn't her fault and I wanted to just scream YOUR DAUGHTERS IN PAIN HELP HER but I only managed to choke out, "Mrs, L/N, Y/n is i-in a ca-call with me right now but she's in a pan-panic attack please come up-upstairs please hurry I don't know what to do, I don't know what to d-do..."

That was the moment I cracked. I dropped the phone and tears started pouring down my eyes. I looked back at the screen and the scene made me sick. It made me so fucking sick.

The helplessness broke me.

Last time, I wasn't on a video call and it wasn't this bad. My words just came out but now they stuck in my throat like all the countless sobs that were just now escaping.

I didn't know whether I was more angry or sad. Angry, angry, angry that I couldn't do SHIT. Angry, angry, angry that she had to suffer and I had to WATCH and not do ANYTHING.

And so so so sad because she doesn't deserve... whatever this is.

If only I could take away that pain.

I saw her mom run-up to her and try to calm her down by rubbing her back in little circles. I saw her breath start to steady. A breath I didn't realize I was holding, finally released when that happened.

I suppose I spoke too soon.

Because she suddenly slumped down and blacked out.

The last thing that I remember happened was me letting out a yell when the call cut.

*click*

Y/N's POV 3rd person:

Blinking slowly, Y/n woke up from what felt like what she imagined a wake from good sleep would feel like. Something that she hasn't gotten in a century.