Forced Relaxation

[madimpossibledreamer]

Main Points:
Buffy/Yakuza AU
Chapter Summary: When they say Xander's a disaster, they're not exaggerating.
Word Count: 255
Rating: Teen
Warnings: description of panic attack

        One minute, Xander is Majima, dancing through the tables, showing off his customer service experience, the glittering star of the show.  The next, he’s not sure how he got there, but he’s sitting in the employee lounge, head between his legs as he tries to remember how to breathe.
        “Don’t worry, you didn’t make a scene.”  There’s a warm towel on his forehead.  Probably an arm attached to it too, though he can’t quite make that one out right now.
        He makes an effort to stand, to say he’s fine, but the words come out garbled, not English, not Japanese, and his legs buckle.  The hands that guide him back down are gentle.  Kind.
        “You fell in the hallway.  Luckily I was passing through with an order.”
        If he thinks hard, he could place the voice.  He’s fairly sure.  Right now, though, he’s cold.
        “I’m going to go back to work now.”  He gurgles unhappily. 
        A new voice speaks.  “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone.  I’ve got you.” 
        He reaches out and a hand slips into his own.  “Do you want to talk?”
        It’s a hard question, partly because he can’t quite understand.  He attempts to say something but quickly breaks off because it just sounds wrong. Shakes his head instead.
        “It’s okay; I can do the talk thing instead.”  And she does, asking whether he wants a blanket, talking about interior design.  It’s an interesting if a little random, but it’s kind of soothing.  Everything will be fine, soon.  He just needs to wait.