Liam's Pov

Panic Attacks.

Those are things that nobody ever wants to experience in their life.

Because you have to endure it and you either learn how to control them or you let them take over you and you end up passing out.

Panic attacks are something I had to deal with when I was 15.

They stopped until I was 18.

And I thought that they would never come back again.

But it looks like I was wrong.

When I woke up I found myself in the infirmary and I was confused to say the least.

Porsche and Chay, who had been informed thanks to the bodyguards gossiping about what happened, had been there when I woke up.

They were relieved, of course.

But they were also confused and concerned.

Which was understandable.

But what annoyed me was the fact that they immediately bombarded me with questions.

Fortunately, the doctor made them leave so he could run some tests.

When my brothers left, quite reluctantly, the tests the doctor ran were quick and only lasted for a few minutes.

After the tests were finished he provided me with some pills for the panic attacks.

I thanked him and watched as he left the room, most likely to tell my brothers that they could head back in to see me.

Once the doctors left Porsche and Chay entered the room.

"Hia, how are you feeling?" Chay asked, making his way over to me.

"Better" I nodded.

Chay smiled and sat down at the edge of the bed.

I smiled at him and kissed his head before looking at Porsche.

Porsche smiled and held up a plastic bag that he was holding.

"We went out to get you some food, we figured you'd get hungry soon" Porsche told me.

"Thank you. And you're right because I'm getting hungry now" I chuckled.

"I figured" Porsche chuckled.

He walked over to the table that was resting near my bed and set the the bag down and began taking out what was inside.

I raised an eyebrow when I saw that there was enough food to feed one person.

"What about you and Chay?" I asked.

"Don't worry about us. I ate before you woke up and Chay ate when the doctor told us to leave" Porsche said.

I hummed at that and nodded.

If they hadn't eaten I would've just given them the food that they got for me.

Once Porsche was done taking out what was inside the bag he tossed the bag into a nearby trash bin.

He sighed and looked at me while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now, do you mind telling me what happened?" Porsche asked.

I pressed my lips together and did my best not to sigh.

I already knew what he was talking about.

He wanted to know why I had a panic attack and he wants to know when I started having them.

And I really don't want to tell him anything in regards to my panic attack.

In my opinion, it didn't really matter.

"Nothing happened, hia. I'm fine" I told him.

Porsche scoffed at that while Chay looked at me like I was stupid.

"Big and Ken told me that you jumped, fucking jumped, out of the car when the three of you were heading back to the compound because you were having a panic attack" Porsche said.

"And lets not forget that you passed out because of your panic attack" Chay added.

I held myself back from groaning in annoyance.

"No need to remind me" I muttered.

"If you don't want us to remind you then tell us what happened. Now" Porsche sternly said.

"Hia" I sighed.

"No, you're going to tell us now. You're not getting out of this" Porsche sternly said.

Chay nodded as he looked at me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Hia, we have the right to know why you had this panic attack and when it started" Chay said.

"And why you didn't tell us" Porsche added.

I frowned and looked down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers.

I really didn't want to tell them about my panic attacks but I might have to.

It's quite obvious that they aren't going to let this go until I say something.

But I obviously can't tell them the real reason why I have these panic attacks because that'll involve telling them the whole truth.

And we all know what that whole truth is.

And since I don't want them to know I have to figure something out.

"Fine. I've had these panic attacks for a while but I've managed to control them. At least until now" I said.

"Ok, now when did you start having them?" Porsche asked.

I sighed and continued fiddling with my fingers.

"It started after our parents died" I revealed.

Porsche's eyes widened at that as did Chay's.

"What?" Porsche asked.

"Yeah, it started after we lost our parents. I mean, it was hard to deal with their loss since they were the ones that raised us and loved us" I explained.

Chay's eyes softened and he scooted closer to me.

"Why didn't you tell us about them, hia?" Chay softly asked.

I looked at him and let out a sigh as I shrugged my shoulders.

"I didn't think it mattered. I mean, you guys were also taking their deaths hard and I just didn't want to add anymore stress onto either of you. Especially you, Porsche" I explained.

I mean, I'm not really lying when I say this.

I really did start getting panic attacks after losing my parents.

It was hard to accept the fact that they were gone and never coming back. 

I was overwhelmed by the whole ordeal and, poof, the panic attacks started.

The only one that knew was Jack.

I made him promise not to tell his parents, or anyone for that matter, because I didn't want to burden them with my problems.

Jack agreed and helped me control my panic attacks so that whenever I did have them I would be able to deal with them on my own

But that obviously didn't work for me today.

So, I'm just telling my brothers half the truth.

Porsche sighed and walked over to my bed, sitting down at the edge of it.

"You could've told us about your panic attacks. You didn't have to keep them a secret. I would've helped you" Porsche said.

"We both would've helped you, hia" Chay corrected.

I sighed and fiddled with my fingers.

"I didn't want to cause either of you any stress. And I didn't think it mattered, not when you two were also taking their deaths hard and were trying to move on from it" I explained.

And let's not forget the fact that their parents weren't mine by blood.

They were my adoptive parents while they were Porsche and Chay's blood parents. 

Porsche shook his head and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"Liam, your problems matter. They always have and always will. You're our brother and we care for you" Porsche softly said.

Chay nodded as he also wrapped his arm around my shoulders. 

"We love you, hia. And we're always gonna be there for you. You just have to let us be there for you and help you" Chay softly said.

"That means that from now on we're gonna help you with these panic attacks. Actually, no, we're always gonna help you with whatever you need" Porsche sternly said.

"Got that right" Chay nodded with a smile.

I stared at my two brothers with tears building up in my eyes, threatening to stream down my face. 

I seriously don't know what I did to gain such amazing brothers like these two.

The same way I didn't know what I had done to gain such an amazing best friend, brother in all but blood, like Jack.

As the tears slowly streamed down my face I brought my brothers into a hug. 

Porsche and Chay didn't hesitate to hug me back.  

"Thank you so much" I whispered.

"No need to thank us, Liam. We're always going to be there for you" Porsche whispered.

"Always. Don't ever forget that" Chay whispered.

I smiled and nodded my head while hugging them tighter.

They hugged me back just as tightly with Chay nuzzling his face into my neck and Porsche giving my head a kiss.

This moment was nice, it was something we needed, something I needed.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything.