*I'm sorry about this author's note but my anxiety has really been getting the better of me. Are you guys enjoying the story? Should I continue or no? I really would like to hear what you guys have to say because I'm honestly very worried about this story myself. I'd really like if any of you could give feedback, but it's fine if you don't. I'm just anxious. Anyway, peace and love, enjoy the chapter. Stay good. This is a short one.*

Davy sighed, feeling weak as he and Micky made it back to the pad. Peter was there, leaning over a guitar. He looked up and smiled when he saw them.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey, Pete." Micky slipped past Davy and went into the living room, sitting on the couch.

"How was work?"

"Fine..."

The two of them talked for a while about what happened in their days, but he didn't listen. Their voices became drained out by the overwhelming sound of his own heartbeat. He tried to take deep breaths, leaning on the counter for support. It felt like the room was shrinking on him, he couldn't think straight. And it became harder and harder to breathe. He crouched down on the ground, now holding onto a cabinet handle, but finding his grip was becoming hard to keep.

"Davy...?" Peter was the first to notice something was wrong. He set his guitar down and carefully made his way over, sitting down on his knees. "Davy, what's wrong?"

He tried to hide in the corner as he began shaking. Micky didn't come over. Not that he wasn't worried or didn't want to, but he felt it would be better to give Davy a little space until he calmed down.

"It's okay..." Peter whispered and wrapped the shaking man into a hug. "Just take deep breaths, okay? It'll be okay."

After a few minutes, Davy calmed down and was suddenly greeted by Micky. He was holding out a glass of water.

"Here," he said quietly and he handed the glass over.

Davy took it graciously and the cup shook slightly in his trembling hands.

"You were having a panic attack, I think," Peter explained, looking at him with meaningful eyes. "I have them sometimes but what helps me is you guys. Even if you're not around, I pretend like you are there and can calm myself down."

"We're here for you, Davy." Micky knelt down to reach their level. "If you need anything, anything at all, we'll be there to help you out. Okay?"

Davy nodded weakly, and the two helped him back onto his feet. Peter gave him a quick hug before going back to the living room.

"Do you guys want to do something together? Maybe a movie?"

Peter shrugged, and the eyes went to Davy, who simply shook his head.

"No thanks." He whispered. "I think I need a minute alone."

To his surprise, Micky nodded and gave an understanding smile.

"Okay. Holler if you need anything."

And for the first time in about a week, Davy smiled.