Hi guys! This is chapter 3! Hope you guys like it because I think this is my favorite

chapter that I've written so far. Anyway tell me what you guys think and review!

Ross's P.O.V

As I sat on the edge of our bathtub waiting for Riker to say something my heart started beating really fast. Riker still hasn't said anything to me; he just kept staring at me with his light brown eyes. He looked like he was thinking hard about what to say next, almost as if starting off wrong could ruin everything. The waiting was really starting to get to me and by the time Riker starting working on my hand I had started to break a sweat.

Riker finally broke eye contact when he had to look down and start getting the glass out of my hand. The room was still filled with silence except for the sound of the tweezers clicking together as they grabbed the glass in my hand. With each click of the tweezers it felt like a clock ticking by, constantly reminding me of what was soon to come.

So, I used the moment of silence to try to come up with an excuse. Even though Riker would probably figure it out as soon as I spit the words out of my mouth; it was still worth a shot. I thought really hard, I could say I really did just drop the cup. Not that it would do any good, everyone in my family knows how coordinated I am, Riker would definitely not believe that one.

"This is so dumb," I thought to myself. Riker is my brother, I should be able to tell him everything. Maybe he could even help me out with some advice. The thought quickly left my head thought as I my thoughts from earlier came back. My brother would think I'm weak and it was against a man's pride to ask for help. What was I going to do?

As I debated in my head, my thoughts were interrupted when Riker sighed. He kept his head down still concentrated in getting the glass out of my hand, I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest from all the anticipation, but finally Riker spoke. "Ross, calm down, your shaking is making it really hard to fix your hand," he spoke very slowly and carefully as if to get me to see everything's okay.

Riker's attempt to calm me down didn't help though, in fact they made things worse. I had started to sweat and my shaking just kept getting worse. Suddenly, it felt as though I couldn't breathe. I looked up from the floor, I saw my brother with a scared look on his face and my eyes fluttered shut as I gave into the darkness and fell into his arms.

Riker's P.O.V

After I had lead Ross into the bathroom, he went over and sat on the edge of the bathtub while I went to the medicine cabinet to get the supplies for Ross's hand. As I grabbed the tweezers and the bandages, I glanced over at my little brother. He had the most confused and defeated look in his eyes, like he just didn't know what to do. I wanted with all my heart to help him out with what was bothering him but I knew I had to be careful. If I pushed a little to far right away, he would definitely close up and refuse to talk.

When I walked over and sat in front of Ross, I honestly didn't know what to say first. So I just sat there staring at him, and he was also staring back at me with his brown eyes that were just a little darker than mine. I studied him for a little bit, he looked normal on the outside. He had on a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and there were little drops of blood from that must have come from his hand. Ross also had on faded black jeans that ripped at the knees and black converse with a guitar pick necklace that had R5 on it. His hair was a little messed up, probably from having the fit downstairs, but otherwise he was regular old Ross on the outside.

But when I looked into his eyes, I saw a mix of emotions. The first two were easy to spot, anger and confusion. Then there was an emotion I couldn't place, almost as if he was hiding it on purpose. A liquid sensation on my hand made me break eye contact with him, as I was reminded that Ross's hand was still bleeding and needed tending to.

I grabbed the tweezers and a rag and starting working on getting the glass of my little brothers hand. Every so often I snuck a glance up at Ross; he was staring at the wall beside us. I knew that look he had in his eyes; he was trying to think of an excuse to tell me. Doesn't he know I can see through everything he would come up with? I sighed loudly thinking I now I should try and say something. The only reason I had waited so long is because I didn't want Ross to close up on me and not talk. Hopefully, he wouldn't freak out and deny everything.

It was getting really hard to get the glass out of Ross's hand now. His hand was shaking so much I couldn't even see the pieces of glass to get and his hand kept slipping from my grip. I didn't want to freak Ross out but I needed him to calm down so I could finish. So I tried to speak very slowly and calmly when I spoke to him. "Ross, calm down, your shaking is making it really hard to fix your hand," I tried to make my voice a steady and calm as I could. But Ross didn't stop shaking; actually he looked like he was shaking even worse now.

Worry shot through me and I looked up at Ross. The tweezers fell out of my hand when I saw him. Not only was his hand shaking, but his whole body was now. He was also sweating like he had just ran a marathon, "This could not be good," I thought panicky.

All of a sudden Ross started grabbing his chest and neck gasping for breath, there were tears forming in his eyes. He was having a panic attack, I knew that much. I tried to reach out to him when his eyes shot up at me and I gasped. Ross stared wide eyed at me for a second before his eyes started fluttering shut. His body lurched forward and I held out my arms to catch him.

As soon as Ross's light body was in my arms I laid him on his back and immediately felt for a pulse. Luckily, there was one, as I breathed a sigh of relief as it was still strong. Ross must have just passed out from the attack because his body needed to rest.

When I looked at Ross, he looked very peaceful and relaxed, almost like a small child. I bent over and scooped him up in my arms. He was very light so it was easy for me to carry him; I decided to put him in my bedroom to rest and so I could keep an eye on him.

I sat him down and pulled the covers over him and watched him. My little brother was so confused he had a panic attack. Why was he so worried about talking to me about his problem, I wondered to myself as I watched his chest rise and fall steadily. Ross and I have always been very close and he knew if something was wrong he could talk to me about it. When he woke up, I was going to have a heart to heart chat with my little brother.

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