His True Babygirl // Derek Morgan //

Oh. Thanks.

{Victoria's POV}

I'm putting this bluntly, I can't fucking sleep. It was nearing 4:30 am and I've barely blinked. Derek, however is out like a light. I've been staring at the ceiling since we went to bed, which was about 5 hours ago.

There was an ache in my chest, and it had nothing to do with the bruise on my eye. Cause if it did, that just wouldn't make sense. But the more I thought about the ache, the heavier it seemed to get. I was getting a little scared, panicked maybe. This wasn't normal. Why do I feel like someone's sitting on my lungs?

I slid out from the covers, trying not to wake up Derek. Maybe a glass of water will help. News flash, it didn't. I stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to catch my breath.

It felt as if I had run a marathon and now someone is putting 1,000 pound weight on each lung. "Breathe, breathe Victoria." I panicked more when my breaths weren't coming out correctly. "Why can't I breathe?" I panicked, my hands clenching into fists. My nails dug into my palms, causing a sting. "Please breathe." I practically begged to myself.

It feels like I'm dying. Do I call 911? What the fuck do I do? I felt the tears slide down my cheeks, causing me to panic more. "No, no, no. Don't wake him up." I clutched my chest, trying to get my heart rate to a normal speed. I bit my lip as a scared sob racked through my body.

My legs started to give, and I fell down, trying to cradle myself. "Please breathe, please, please." "Baby?" My head shot in the direction of my room.

"Shut up, Victoria. Fucking breathe." I scolded myself lightly. "Victoria?" Derek called again, and I heard the door close. "Victoria where are you?" Fucking respond. You know words. Use them.

"I'm-I'm here." My voice wasn't audible, it was too quiet a breathy- funny, I can't even breathe.

"Bab- Victoria are you okay?" Welp, there goes trying to be quiet. Derek was on the floor beside me almost immediately. "I-I can't breathe. What- what do I- do? I'm not- I can't. What's hap-happening to me?"

"Hey... look at me. Shh, look at me." Derek grabbed both sides of my face, making eye contact with me. "What do see? What are 3 colors you can see right now?" I looked around. Why colors? Why is this important I can't fucking breathe and he expects me to comprehend colors right now?

"I- I don't know. De-rek I can't. Breathe." "What colors do you see?" My fists clenched harder, the stinging becoming more painful. "Uhm-" think Victoria what damn colors can you see? What color hoodie are you wearing? Why are you dumb it's a color?

"R-Red. I'm- wearing. Red." "Good, good now. Two more colors? C'mon baby." I shook my head, "I can't." Derek hushed me quietly. "Yes you can babygirl, c'mon." I looked up at him, his eyes. What's that color called? It's the one... that starts with b. Not- FUCK! It's a color-

"Brown. You're eyes, they're brown." He smiled down at me, "One more, Victoria." I looked down at his sweatpants. "B-Black."

"You're amazing, now count with me okay? 100, 97, 94, 91..." Okay, he's counting down by.. threes. This isn't high order math. It's counting dumb bitch.

"Uhm.. 88, 8- 85." Holy fuck I can count. I think I'm calming down. Either that or I'm actually dead and this is heaven.

"That's it, deep breaths. You're okay." I looked at him. He's okay. He's not hurt. If he meets my parents they'll rip him apart. "You're okay." I murmured, brushing his cheek lightly with my knuckles. "Of course I am baby, is there a reason I wouldn't be?" Think of something, truthful so he believes but slightly vague and altered.