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Post by Matthew Reid on Apr 19, 2013 22:09:55 GMT -5
Matthew wanted, very badly, to get this to stop. The entire thing wasn't exactly pleasant and James really wasn't helping at all. The doctor couldn't help doubting that the wolf in front of him was trying to help at all, though he wanted to believe he was trying to. That was better than believing that he wasn't trying at all, anyway...
That is not helping. Really not helping.
Going to die. Going to die from a heart attack because you keep shouting.
Oh for-
Oh my god you're going to kill me by shouting...
What was worrying him there was more the fact that the last thought could almost be deemed logical because every single time James shouted in his head, Matthew's heart seemed to momentarily stop from surprise then speed up just a little bit more and he was really beginning to get lightheaded. Why couldn't this just stop? Stupid panic attack. Wrong timing! Very bad timing! He couldn't even move and now his temper was beginning to build because of the ridiculous suggestion of hitting him with a fire extinguisher.
I don't know if you've actually noticed, but I can't fucking move and we're in an empty corridor.
Going to die.
And in the middle of a panic attack which really isn't being helped by you.
Going to die because lightheaded, can't breathe, nausea, heart racing-
I beg of you to stop, Paranoia.
Just look different. Matthew couldn't help the somewhat panicked and nervous laughter that escaped him. No kidding he looked different! And Matthew thought he was just kneeling in the middle of the hallway! Okay, sarcasm wasn't going to help but Matthew was beginning to feel a little better. Wait, breathing. Breathing. He had to focus on his breathing. More laughter escaped him at 'I'm not a wolf'. Wow, he really was just a kid kneeling in the middle of the corridor!
No. Bad sarcasm. Bad sarcastic thoughts.
Maybe you could get to the cells by breaking through a few walls...?
It was possible at this point that Matthew had completely given up on being a doctor and was instead channelling his efforts into being sarcastic. Usually this was reserved merely for friends, but today it seemed to be for anyone giving his sarcasm something to work with.
Or you could escape into the world and cause mayhem. Oh fuck. Don't do that.
I don't think you'll actually do that.
You're angry. I know you are. I'm apologising for my sarcasm in the vague hope that you won't be so angry.
Jesus fucking Christ. Breathing...
Now trying to actually sort his breathing out instead of thinking sarcastic thoughts to a telepathic wolf - which reminded Matthew that this entire situation was ridiculous - he began mentally counting while keeping his head bowed and looking at the floor. Maybe James could- No. That was a bad idea and would hurt. Along with many things, Matthew was quite afraid of physical pain... Back to breathing, though. As long as each breath out was twice as long as each breath in with the counting, everything would be fine... Except the wolf... They could cross that bridge once this one was crossed. That was a good idea. One thing at a time...
((Notes: I apologise for how little he's physically doing, but hopefully the sarcasm and hint of sass makes up for it.)) |
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