Trigger warning: Panic attack, mentions of death 

Remington's phone rang in the mid afternoon, while he was writing lyrics, and he said, "What?" as he completed a verse. 

"Remington, good. You answered. Listen, are you home?" It was Emerson, who was with Andy at his house. 

"Yeah. Why? Is everything okay?" 

"Andy's having this, like, panic attack, or something. I don't know. But you said he had to go home if anything happened, so..." 

"A panic attack?" 

"He got freaked, I don't know why. But since you're home, I'll drive him." 

"Is he okay now?" 

"Not really. See you in a few minutes." 

Remington was on edge waiting for them to turn up, and when they did, he said to a strangely calm looking but anxious acting Andy, "Did something happen?" Then, "Thanks, Em." 

The drummer smiled, nodded, and returned to his car, and Andy followed Remington into the house. "I fear something is wrong," he said. He couldn't stand still. 

"Em said you you were having a panic attack." 

Andy shook his head. "I fear something is wrong," he repeated. "Something in my body, it is not right. I do not feel right." 

"Not right, how?" 

"I could not breathe, Remington." 

"I've had that before, it's just stress. It'll pass."  Remington took him by the shoulders. "It's okay. You're gonna be alright." 

Andy stared at him. "I'm shutting down," he said. "Something has gone wrong inside me, and I am shutting down." 

Remington's eyes widened. "What?" 

"I can feel it. My organs, they are giving up. I am going to die." 

"What do you mean, die? You can't die. You can't die." 

"This is what it feels like, Remington. I am sorry. I do not know how to explain it." 

"Are you in pain?" 

"No. It is not pain. It is something else. I do not know. But everything is fuzzy, you understand?" 

Remington lead him to the living room and sat him down. "Are you sure you're not just having a bad panic attack or something? Bodies do weird things when you're stressed." 

"I don't know, I am not aware of what a panic attack would feel like. But I fear something is wrong. I do not know how else to describe it." 

"Okay. It's okay. Lie down. I'll get you some water and call the helpline, that's what they tell me to do if something is wrong." 

"Thank you, Remington." 

It didn't take long for someone to pick up the phone, and it wasn't an automated voice, but a real person, who said, "Good afternoon. You're through to The Perfects and co helpline. What are you and your Perfect's names?" 

Remington told them, and they asked what his concern was. "Andrew thinks he's dying." 

"Okay. Can you provide any details of how he is acting?" 

"Just, like, on edge, fidgeting. I thought it looked like a panic attack or something but he says his organs feel like they're shutting down. Is that even possible?" 

"Is he have any physical symptoms? Dizziness, puking, loss of consciousness?" 

"No. Just, like, shaking." 

"Okay. And is he an abnormal colour? Blue?" 

"No." 

"And his sentences are complete and his words are clear?" 

"Yeah." 

"Is he aware of the recent attacks on The Perfects? Maybe he has been attacked himself?" 

"Someone punched him the other day." 

"I trust you took care of the injury?" 

"Of course." 

"Alright. I assure you, Andrew will be fine. He is experiencing an intense episode of what we call anxiety unawareness. To put it simply, he is intelligent enough to understand that the attacks are worrying and he should be cautious, but, due to an update that has not yet been completed, he is unable to fully comprehend the anxiety he is feeling. You are right in thinking he may be having a panic attack, and I encourage you to treat him the way you'd treat anyone experiencing a panic attack. You know what to do?" 

"Yeah. I get them sometimes. I know how to calm myself down, at least." 

"Okay. Treat him gently, assure him he is not dying, and make sure he drinks lots of water. If he's still feeling like this in a few days, call us back, okay? We may be able to override his mind to ease the stress and help him calm down. We don't like doing this unless it is absolutely necessary because it can stunt his development and understanding of human emotions, but if he still feels like he is dying in, say, three days, we should be able to do that for him. I understand it must be anxiety inducing for you, too." 

"So he's definitely not dying?" 

"No. He's in perfect health. There is nothing wrong with Andrew's organs, it is all in his mind. Make sure you comfort him today, okay. It's a confusing and upsetting thing for him to go through." 

"Of course. Thank you." 

"All the best, Remington. Andy may suffer from a headache later tonight, but don't worry, it'll just be an update." 

"Okay. I'll tell him. Thanks again. Sorry to bother you." 

"Not at all. We encourage you to contact us at any sign of concern and I'm glad there has been a simple explanation for Andrew. You sound like a great friend to him, Remington. Take care."