Chapter 112: Panic Attack
Chapter 112: Panic Attack
Camilla
"Where is Adriano?"
Although as happy as I was to stay here, Adriano's absence hung over me and weighed me down as much as it encouraged me to get up. I wasn't sure how he would react if I asked why he never stays to sleep with me after the scene but I haven't quite worked up the courage to say that question yet.
If I at least knew he was okay and in his room, I felt like it would help but memories of the shattered glass and vulnerability of last time allowed me no rest as my mind began to whorl.
Like last time, after a few minutes, I managed to unweave myself of the tangle of limbs holding me, thankfully I was more clothed as I took silent footsteps towards the door. I felt the brush of my hoodie against my mid-thigh as I walked, making sure to leave the door open behind me so the sound of the padlock wouldn't wake the two men still in bed.
Instantly, I noticed the closed doors to his bedroom down the hall and I let out a relieved breath when I was greeted by nothing but silence. Thank goodness, he is okay.
I tried not to let myself think about how much I clearly care about him to the extent that I feel the need to check in but I can't help to admit that my feelings for all three of them continue to grow with every passing second. Whether I am with them or not, I think about Gregorio's teasing comments, Domenico's random displays of affection and the little things Adriano portrays in action when words seem to fail him. I think I like them a lot more than I am ready to admit but for now, I just want to enjoy things as they are.
The thought of turning back to the playroom crossed my mind but now that Adriano is okay, I am becoming increasingly aware of how parched my throat is. Likely from all the screaming I did during the scene.. Again, I found myself smiling at the memory, biting my cheek slightly.
Thankfully, the kitchen wasn't hard to find at all even in the dark. I didn't hear a single stair creek beneath my foot in the oddly echoey house as I moved down to the first floor and over past the countertops. Truthfully, I don't have a clue where they kept their glasses and it took me multiple attempts at opening cabinets before coming across one filled with an assortment of different sizes.
Grabbing the one closest to my reach, I quietly closed the wooden door behind me as I walked over to their refrigerator. I held the glass under the dispenser, watching as a small light came on overtop to show just how full the cup was and when I was satisfied, I pulled it away and instantly lifted the water to my lips, grateful for the cool path it brought as it slipped past my throat.
Before I knew it, I brought the glass back to the dispenser but this time, my hand shook and things began to feel off.
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Third Person POV
Camilla jumped back startle as her hand pulled away from the fridge. She couldn't understand why her chest now ached and even the smallest of things became overwhelming but she barely even registered the loud smash that woke the three men upstairs.
Camilla blinked, the glass of water once in her hand now nothing more than shattered shards scattered and soaked across the hard floor. Was it always this cold? She couldn't seem to remember how she ended up on the floor but when Gregorio was surprisingly the first one to make it downstairs, his heart raced as he noticed every detail of the sight before him.
Adriano and Domenico followed almost immediately behind him but all Gregorio could think about was the sight of his lover on the ground, her knees hugged tight to her chest as her eyes stared forward with a glossy, distant look in them.
"Camilla?" Gregorio called with a soft voice, trying not to reveal the concern and fear he had felt when he heard her cup smashed.
He didn't waste a second before rushing to the floor beside her and pulling her into his lap, brushing away the hair that had stuck to her face from sweat. Gregorio's heart tightened as Camilla jumped a little from his touch and it was an action that both his brothers also noticed as they too kneeled on the glass covered floor.
They would happily take a few cuts if they could ease away the obvious symptoms of subdrop Camilla was clearly experiencing.
"Hey, are you okay?" Domenico asked, taking her hand into his lap, despite her lack of reaction.
"You are safe, I promise."
Camilla was highly aware of Adriano's every touch as he gently ran his fingers through her hair but despite his gentleness, Gregorio's tight hold grounding her and Domenico's calming words. She couldn't stop the sudden waves of emotion that passed over her again and again.
Adriano hated that Camilla was so overwhelmed that she had collapsed to the floor and this too was his first time ever aiding someone out of a drop. All three men just wished that they could kiss away every inch of their girl's distress but when Domenico touched her again, she didn't jump this time but rather she turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were still glossy and she wore a blank expression across her face but this time as she blinked, tears came out with it. She felt as if she were in a dreamlike state as many more tears followed. Although she couldn't pin what was making her feel that way. She wasn't in danger and she couldn't coherently think of any reason as to why she needed to cry but that didn't stop the hot tears from rolling down her cheeks.
"Can you tell us how you are feeling, princess?" Adriano asked, still combing his fingers through her hair and helping to keep her head upright.
Tears continued to roll at his question, though she only shook her head no as she reached up to Domenico's face. Her small fingertips curiously brushed against his short stubble of facial hair, finding the texture and smell of the three men beside her oddly comforting.
After she showed no sign of hearing the question, as if lost in her own personal bubble. The men's hearts were still racing as they tried to help their girl in every way they could, urging their initial worries that someone had broken in to go away.
"What is going on in your head, darling?" Domenico asked as he mouth dropped down and planted a single kiss along her wrist when it was brought close enough before pulling her hand away and taking it gently into his hold.
"I don't know." Her voice was not more than a whisper as she spoke. She didn't even know why she was crying but it felt so easy to just let it all out.
"Gregorio?" She called, turning her head to look at him through blurry vision.
"Yes, are you okay?" He said, taking her hand from Domenico and placing her palm on his chest and his hand remaining on top of hers and allowing her to feel his heartbeat.
"I..I just don't know." She stuttered, understanding she is having a sub-drop but not knowing how to get out of it.
"It is okay, just breathe with me, alright?" Gregorio said.
"We can calm down together." She nodded in response, noticing every small touch Adriano and Domenico were doing.
"Inhale," he said, encouraging the person in his lap to do the same as they both breathed in.
"Exhale,"
All three men do everything they can as they try to calm her uneven breathing patterns. Domenico begins to rub a comforting circle on her back while she tries to focus on their low voice. Trying to regain control over herself, she redirected her mind into the feeling of Gregorio's heartbeat beneath the palm of her hand.
While the intense emotions and slight dizziness continues, after multiple minutes she feels her breathing begin to slow. She can't stop the tears but she at least feels as though oxygen is actually getting to her brain right now.
"That is good, you are doing so well." Adriano praised, kissing the back of her head as he felt her breaths steady out a little more.
"It is okay to cry if you need to let it all out, I promise we won't leave you."
The soothing tone in Adriano's voice gave her the permission she felt she needed to just give in and trust that they could handle it. Every single confusing emotion pulsing through her bones was pushed out, dissolving away until she began to feel a little more like herself. And her men, they held her through every single second of it, never letting her feel alone or abandoned or uncared for.
She was able to focus on that until those previous overwhelming convulsions were replaced with the heavy weight of exhaustion.
"I am sor…"
"Camilla, it is okay. You have nothing to apologize for at all." Domenico said, his hand reaching up to cup the side of her face and encouraging her to look at him.
Through her teary eyes, she looked at him.
Gregorio let go of her, transferring her into Domenico's lap as his brother held her face in his hand.
"I know this is a little scary and that you don't know how to handle it but I promise we have got you. We are not going anywhere."
She didn't know what it was that he said, she soon found herself easing down once again. At Domenico's words, all three of them felt a sharp pang of relief Inside of them when a small smile appeared on their girl's face. A very small laugh followed as Domenico continued to rock her back and forth a little.
"That is it." Gregorio encouraged, holding her hand as he could both physically and emotionally feel as she began to steady.
Domenico moved his hand and guided her head to rest on his shoulder, both of his arms wrapping around her and hoping to take away the slight tremble that remained in her body. That was what all the three of them did for as long as it took them.
Sitting on a group shattered with glass, the last emotion that passed through her head felt a lot like that one word she wasn't ready to face yet.
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