He would curl up, head tucked into his knees and arms wrapped tight around his legs, during his panic attacks. His chest would heave with heavy, frantic breaths and his heart would pound so hard it hurt.
Go away, please go away.
He had to fight for every breath he sucked in. A sharp, hoarse gasp sounded and his head jerked up, slamming into the wall. Pain burst in his skull and he cried out. His nails dug into the back of his hand, nearly drawing blood.
Please help me. I'm scared.
He couldn't breathe. He was drowning. There was water in his lungs.
Daddy!
Everything was so dark. Something was wrapped around his ankle and he couldn't move.
Daddy! Daddy help!
All he could see were huge eyes, staring at him. They watched him as he thrashed, cold and emotionless. They were going to watch him die. He was going to die here. He was going to die, and the monsters were watching. His lungs were burning, he couldn't breathe. It hurt….
He began to go still, his movements slowing. Those eyes kept watching him.
I'm scared…
He couldn't—
Help me…
—breathe
Daddy…
Then he felt someone take hold of him and lift him up into their arms. Kaito sobbed, the tears flowing. The child wrapped his arms around his father's neck, eyes and nose wet as he hiccupped into the magician's shoulder.
"It's alright, Kaito."
It was. Everything was alright when Daddy was here.
God, this was depressing.