Panic Attack
By
Landon Richardson
Disclaimer
None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any form or fashion. I'm just using them for my own entertainment purposes
Author Note
So I'm not quite sure where this story has come from, maybe it's because I've woken up feeling peeved and so my mind latched onto a story where I could work that feeling out or maybe it's just because a part of me likes making Danny suffer.
I hate panic attacks and I especially hate when someone is the trigger and they know it and they still do stupid things which sets it off. It's the worst feeling in the world and all you want to do is hide from everyone who has seen you in that state, but then you're also furious at the person who caused it hence Danny's reaction.
Anyway please enjoy
Chapters
1 of 2
Overall Summary
Danny never suffered from panic attacks until Steve waltzed into his life…
Chapter Summary
All Danny could picture was Steve jumping off the roof of the building.
Romance
Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
Chapter one
Sometimes I hate you
Danny wondered whether Steve had any idea what it did to him every time he did some crazy stunt that might get him killed?
How every single time without fail it caused him to descend into a panic attack, his chest would tighten painfully, he'd feel starved of air, he'd break out into a sweat and be hit with such a strong wave of nausea that it was all he could do to stay upright on his feet. The first time it had happened he had thought he had been dying though a quick visit to see Malia in the ER had assured him that he was extremely healthy for his age though he could do with a healthier diet.
It hadn't taken him long to see the correlation between his panic attacks and Steve's stupid stunts. The stupider the stunt the longer the panic attack lasted for and the more that Danny resented Steve for being the one to cause his discomfort and pain. Not that he ever planned to tell Steve that, the man was a marshmallow beneath his hard shell, if he had known then he would start watching Danny even more then he already did and Danny didn't think his sanity could stand that.
Instead he had confided in Chin.
He had never planned to but he needed to tell someone before he went insane and Chin had seemed the best option especially as the older man had found him mid panic attack at a crime scene after Steve had jumped into the ocean after a suspect, a shark infested ocean at that. The older man had been comforting, remaining quiet simply rubbing Danny's back as he wheezed, trying to remind himself that Steve was once again fine and whole with barely a scratch on him.
It had strangely brought Danny and Chin closer together as friends and they had started hanging out after work more, something which didn't seem to please Steve if the look on his face was anything to go by when Danny told him repeatedly that he couldn't come round for a beer and steaks because he already had plans with Chin. Chin must have told Kono about his panic attacks as well because whenever Chin wasn't there, the Rookie would appear by his side making sure he wasn't alone during his attack.
He had the suspicion that Chin had told Steve as well though he wasn't a hundred percent positive, he hadn't told Chin not to tell anyone but he had hoped that the older man had known that he didn't want Steve to know. All he knew was that the two of them had gone off for lunch one day and when they had returned Steve had been quiet as though he had something on his mind and had locked himself into his office. After that he had almost been careful with the stunts he would do and when he did one, he would automatically look towards Danny as though he was checking to see if he was okay. Danny was swiftly growing to hate that look.
Things had been going good; Danny hadn't had a panic attack in six weeks and had been beginning to think that they had passed when it had suddenly struck, taking him completely by surprise. Steve had jumped off of a roof after a suspect, disappearing from sight and yet it had been Danny who felt as though he had been punched in the chest, driving the wind from his lungs leaving him struggling though he had done his job, the same as he always did. It was only when he had cleared the area of any potential suspects that he had focused on it.
It was worst this time round, perhaps because of the break from it and it hurt, Jesus it hurt, freaking him out even though he tried not to let it get to him. Danny had stumbled back, his back hitting a wall, rubbing at his chest as he focused on his breathing, trying to keep it steady like Malia had told him to. He wasn't sure how long he had been there before he felt a hand on his shoulder and Chin talking quietly to him. He focused on the words realising Chin was trying to reassure him, telling him that Steve was okay, that he wasn't hurt in anyway and had landed on one of the balconies beneath them and that the suspect was already in custody. Danny tried to force the words into his brain, to latch onto them but it was difficult to hear anything over the roaring in his ears
"Breathe, breathe, breathe" His mind chanted at him though it didn't seem to work, his mind determined to replay the scene of Steve jumping over the roof top, Imagine a different scenario to the one Chin had described to him. He knew Kono was next to him as well on the other side, blocking him off from any curious eyes, anyone who looked over at them would merely assume the three of them were discussing something together rather then protecting Danny.
"Danno" he heard a voice call to him sharply before his hand was wrenched away from his knee and placed against a chest instead, allowing him to feel a heart beating strongly beneath his palm. "It's okay, just follow my breathing Danno."
Danny blinked, following the instruction. He wasn't sure how long he stood there before he felt controlled enough to lift his head and look at Steve, meeting his concerned hazel-blue eyes. He blinked his eyes flickering to the side of Steve to see both Chin and Kono mirroring Steve's look.
Shame washed over him as he snatched his hand away from Steve's chest and glared at him.
"You know what McGarrett" he said hating how weakly his voice came out. "Sometimes I fucking hate you. I'm going home; you can do without me for the rest of today."
Ignoring the flash of pain his words seemed to cause Steve he turned and headed to his car, pulling the driver's door open and getting in, he allowed himself one moment to breathe in before he started the car and drove away from the crime scene.
Author note
Thanks for reading; the next chapter should be up within a few days.
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