The two boys had fallen asleep in each other's arms after some time, an hour or so give or take a kiss or a nuzzle as they did so. Both of them were absolutely exhausted, and nothing could be heard from either boy other than their now calm, even breaths. John lay still in sleep as Dave was half draped over his lover's body with a hand on his chest and a leg twined with John's. Dave wore a peaceful smile on his lips as John wore a calmer, more tranquil expression in comparison as the night-into-morning passed them by.

After a few hours had passed, John's eyes bolted open and suddenly he couldn't breathe well. Another anxiety attack… Oh God- what could he be so worked up about this time? He knew he forgot to take his medicine the night before, but why? He was too tired to remember, and exhausted to boot. Why was that either? He usually spends a while being an insomniac before falling asleep, that isn't exactly strenuous work…

As he began to look around his room, he noticed Dave beside him, and everything began to click in his mind.

"O-Oh no…Oh God, oh no I-I Oh…Oh f-fuck I-" He covered his mouth before he could finish his quiet ramble, peeling himself from Dave and quickly scampering out of his bedroom. On the way out John snatched his Ghostbusters bathrobe as he made his way into the white-tiled room, sitting on the floor with his back to the door as he resumed freak-out position.

Gosh, he felt so sick! Not like he could throw up, but more like he was in gut wrenching pain. What time even was it now? It had to be close to 3 in the morning… His anxiety attacks rarely ever wake him up…but this was bad. How could he even THINK about saying something as intense and meaningful as "love"? What does love even mean? He is pretty sure he shouldn't be using words like that if he cannot even DEFINE them- Ugh! John couldn't breathe. This was bad. As his thoughts grew more rapid, as did his breathing and his heartbeat.

He didn't know if he loved Dave, let alone wanted to commit to something like this- he needed to fix this now, before it got out of hand!

Dave groaned lightly, curling up as the cold touched his chest and legs. Red eyes fluttered open and once his blurry vision had cleared he searched lazily for John. "John?" He asked groggily. The pale boy sat up and called his lover's name out again. Maybe he went to the bathroom.

It was another 5 minutes before Dave called the name once more, sliding off the bed. Fuck, his legs were sore. He made his way towards the bathroom. He hesitated, staring that the wooden door. Was this being too clingy? No! Who spent 5 minutes in the bathroom...right?

He tapped lightly on the door. "John? You okay, dude?" He asked, setting his hand on the handle just in case.

John's eyes shot open, his head snapping up at the noise directly above his head. "Fine!" He shouted, a bit louder than he intended. Taking a few deep breaths, John bravely stood up and opened the door. "D-Dave we have to talk, we have to talk now I need to talk to you-" He blurted and babbled, taking his wrist and walking back towards his bedroom.

Upon sitting down, John took a few more deep breaths. How could he even tell Dave...? He worked so hard to make the boy feel loved, like his insecurities didnt even matter and he could show anyone his eyes, tell anyone his nightmares...but a part of him felt as though Dave could only trust John... this would shatter everything.

As afraid as he was, he still couldnt handle the pressure of Dave wanting more of him than friendship right now. It was too much and "This should have never happened!" He blurted from his rapid thoughts, eyes wide and facing away from the other boy as he said so. "I-I'm sorry- I cant- Dave I cant I'm sorry I should have n-never said what I said and I'm sorry and I cand do this- I'm scared o-of what we did I shouldnt have-" He barely breathed, practically wheezing as he forced it all out.

Dave had felt this feeling before. The heart plummeting through your stomach so hard it could break through and burn in its acids. He swallowed hard before shrugging it off.

"John..." He cut off his babbling. Shit, John was not okay...he looked like he could have a fucking heart attack. "I'm cool with it...in fact..." He swallowed hard before forcing out another lie.

"I was planning on talking to you about it tomorrow...I mean commitment - shit that's a big step and i'm not sure if i'm ready for it. "He said, running a hand through his hair. "So don't worry too much about it." He smiled. Lies. All fucking lies. He felt betrayed. He gave EVERYTHING to John. His innocence (or what had been left of it), his emotions, his feelings and now John had just fucking thrown it back at him like a wet paper towel.

John's breathing slowed, but only by a small amount. John shook his head and grabbed at the sleeves of his bathrobe as if they were the only thing holding his body parts inside him. His gut wrenched, it didnt even hardly register that Dave was telling him all of these things... A part of him knew they were lies, but what could he even say to them? He knew he did wrong and he KNEW he couldnt be forgiven- Why did he do this? Oh God... There really was no way out of this! None-

"I-I'm going for a wa-walk, you stay here D-Dave.." John blubbered stupidly, standing to his feet. He whispered a small apology under his breath, but wasnt sure if it even escaped his lips as he did so, walking towards the door.

"W-woah dude." Dave said, standing. He knew he should maybe let John go on his way like John wanted, but lov- friends didn't let friends go outside when they're having anxiety attacks, right?

"Maybe...you should try and calm down first." He said, frowning. "I mean I can leave if that helps, but I definitely think it'd be a bad idea for you to leave." He moved towards the boy slowly and forced a small grin.

"Besides Egbert...you in your ghost busters robe outside? Irresistible who knows what pervert out there would want to see that." It hurt to joke, but Dave needed John to stay inside. He didn't like the idea of not being able to keep an eye on him.

John searched the blond's red eyes for...something. Anything, really, to convince himself of what words were coming from his best friend's lips. Reasonable requests, and funny ones too he had to admit, but they couldnt make up for what he had done.

The boy couldnt help a small smile at his gestures, though, and still clung to his sleeves. "I-I'm such a horrible person D-Dave... I-I should just go..." He mumbled, staring at his bare feet. No shoes either, John? You didnt think that one through.

With reasoning, and nervousness shooting through his veins like wildfire, he sat back down on the bed beside Dave, suddenly very quiet and seeming stalemate. He didnt know which road to take, what to do! Everything seemed so unfixable right now, and any reasonable parts of John expired with his sitting down. He was slowly forgetting everything... He barely remembered why he woke up. What was going on again?

"Why am I even here?" He asked numbly, sounding a lot more depressed given the current situation than the honest question suggested.

Dave could feel his body tense up at that sentence. Five little words made him feel emotions that books filled with paragraphs and pages couldn't make him feel. Suddenly there was anger and sadness and confusion all mixed into a disgusting concoction that Dave couldn't stomach.

He sat back down next to John and inhaled deeply, "Don't say that..." He said, trying to reason with John. "Don't think like that, okay? We'll get through this and we'll still be best bros like sweet bro and hella jeff will be jealous." He nudged the buck toothed boy.

"What?" He whispered, shrinking in on himself as he looked around the room they were in. He couldnt remember what he was doing here, why he was here or even...where they were. "I dont know why I'm here." He admitted quietly, looking up at Dave in question. John didnt realize how he sounded, how suicidal his words could be taken if not knowing of the circumstance.

"Why are you here?"

It was then that anger annihilated any other emotion that Dave had been feeling. Why was he here?! Dave grit his teeth and stood up. "Well, I thought I was here to visit my friend and possible lover!" He said, turning towards the boy. Red eyes burned with a fiery rage that wouldn't be sated easily.

"You know what Egbert. Its bad enough that you lied to me and told me you loved me and that I was better than some mutated freak, but this? You're pretending you don't know why i'm here? You're acting suicidal? I can't handle this." He said, snatching his phone up from the bed side table.

"I'll call Bro to get my tickets home early and i'll just fucking live in my apartment and because that crazy puppet man like Bro because fuck this."

John's eyes widened with confusion and hurt. What was going on?! Who was this guy and why was he calling John his lover? What was he so upset about, and why didnt he know anything?!

"I-I- W-What I did what?" He asked, trying to make sense of it all. "Dont you live here? Why would you need tickets back home? I dont understand wh-"

Before John could finish his sentence, he found himself gripping at his chest in pain. Then a hand flew to his hair to grip at the strands hanging infront of his face. "Ah-!" He cried out. He felt as though there was a knife in his gut, and possibly another stabbing him through the forehead. The pain was excrushiating!

"Ow- Ow-" John whined, holding his head in his hands. He suddenly couldnt rember anything at all, or how to breath even. Everything looked fuzzy, like he was trying to look through glasses that werent made for his prescription. His whining lulled to a soft panting before nothing was heard at all.

Dave had already dialed Bro's number and heard the first ring in his ear before he turned to look at the boy. His eyes widened. "Oh shit! John!" He dropped his phone and hurried to the boy's side. "John! Wake up! John!" Tears broke free and rolled down his cheeks. Shit.

After a few more shouts of his name and shaking of the boy's body he picked up the phone, hoping his brother had answered. "Bro?!"

Bro picked up the phone after a few rings, halfway through sewing a nose onto the perfect cherry-red smuppet before he heard the SBAHJ ringtone go off. "Hey lil man whats u-"

He stopped mid sentence, frowning to himself as he heard the boy on the other end freaking out. "...lil man?" He asked again, freezing mid stitch. After getting no response, he dropped his smuppet and jumped to his feet. "Dave?!" He shouted bit louder. "David Strider fucking answer me!"

"Bro! oh god! He just kinda stopped breathing and he passed out and its my fault...I shouldn't have yelled at him. Bro what do I do. God, should I call someone?" He asked. He knew he should call some one. John's Dad or an ambulance, but he was panicking and wasn't even sure if he'd be able to dial 911 without screwing up.

"Bro its my fault." He said, sniffling as more tears streamed down his face, leaving a visible trail. "He's gonna die. He's gonna die and I fucking did it."

Bro was in his car with his keys fumbling with the damn ignition before he could even relpy to his bro. "Dave- Dave be quiet and listen to me okay? I need ya to chill the hell out for a second." He tried to explain quietly, calmly for his anxiety-prone brother.

"You need to call 911, right now. Tell them where you and John are, both of your names, and anything else they ask you to. I'm literally on my way; I'll be there in a few hours." He spoke into his cell, shifting to turn his phone on blu-tooth to continue speaking to him. "Just calm down, Bro is comin'."

Dave inhaled deeply, trying to stop his breaths from coming out so shattered and broken. "O-okay. Okay I'll call 911." He said. "Thank you." He whispered to his brother before handing up quickly and calling 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" a mid-ranged voice inquired calmly.

Dave wished he could be that calm, "My friend he oh god, he wasn't breathing. He's unconscious. I don't know what to do." He said, trying to keep his breathing calm. He rambled off the boy's address quickly.

Time seemed to pass by all too slowly as the 911 teletalker asked Dave questions, asking him to check John's pulse and various other things as they made their way over to the boys house. John was still, completely still, as the time passed. Dave could only wait around until the ambulance showed up.

John's dad was waiting downstairs when the ambulance arrived, completely oblivious as to what was happening until the paramedics briefed him on the situation. Time continued to pass all too slowly as the paramedics brought John downstairs from his room on a stretcher, still out cold. Dave was allowed to ride in the back with John as the paramedics ran tests on him in the back of their ambulance, John's dad stayed behind, afraid he would only get in the way as the paramedics carried his son and, possible lover?, to the hospital.