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Nightshift 45: Group Therapy Room 3

Dec 04, 2009 01:55

( From here.Sean's legs were starting to burn from the effort of keeping Schuldig on his back. It was only a few more feet, he told himself. Like he always did when he was running with the soccer team. He was always last, but he could finish the run at least ( Read more... )

artemis, haku, schuldig

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faithful_frost December 4 2009, 13:49:09 UTC

Chris moved in something of a haze, but at least he was moving. He kneeled and checked over Schuldig, letting himself trust in the old training, though the memories that came with it...

Not breathing... heartbeat.... He bent to start CPR right away. Lift head, tilt chin, two breaths, thirty compressions, listening, two breaths, thirty compressions, listening...

byname_bynature December 5 2009, 09:57:23 UTC

The couch hit the opposite wall with a dull thunk and Sean collapsed to the floor for a moment. He was starting to realize how tired he was, suddenly. Running for his life for nearly ten minutes straight was hard work, he thought.

But now, his and Chris' lives weren't in danger (in the moment, at least). And he couldn't afford to rest if he could help Chris with Schuldig somehow. It looked like Chris was performing CPR while Artemis remained crouched by Schuldig's head, watching the proceedings anxiously. Artemis always bit his lip like he was doing now when he was anxious--which wasn't often.

"How is he...?" Sean asked approaching the pair, afraid of the answer he'd get.

faithful_frost December 6 2009, 16:28:21 UTC

Counting and ignoring the way his own skin burned and the blood seeping through his clothing, Chris didn't answer the question at first.

"Bad," he finally said softly, as he leaned up to press on the larger man's chest. "I'm not giving up." He bent to listen, then resumed breathing for Schuldig.

byname_bynature December 8 2009, 03:48:35 UTC

Sean felt like pacing the floor anxiously. He didn't like being an outsider to dire situations, he wanted to help. Standing there and watching Chris bleed while giving CPR to a man who had stopped breathing was making everything three times as worse as far as he was concerned.

"Can I help...?" he asked, kneeling down next to Chris and watching him. "I can do this, if you need a break, Chris."

He looked up at Artemis, who was still kneeling beside Schuldig. HIs delusion nodded. 'I can help you through it,' he confirmed.

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byname_bynature December 13 2009, 06:11:14 UTC

Sean sat against the wall, head lolled back, hands in his lap. Chris was resting, Schuldig was as well, he was left to himself and to Artemis. But for once, Artemis was silent and staring at the floor with a stony expression. He'd already blamed Sean, but everyone was still alive for now. Sean supposed that was all Artemis could ask for.

"So... you were right."

Artemis turned to look at Sean. 'Of course I was. You used to trust in me.'

"I used to think I was sane, too. I'm talking to someone who isn't even there."

'I am here,' Artemis said, eyebrows coming together. 'I'm part of you. I'm the part of you you can't accept right now for whatever reason.'

"Whatever reason? You don't exist, my grandfather had schizophrenia too."

'I will grant you that you have schizophrenia,' Artemis conceded, looking to the door across the way. 'However, I will not say that I am a completely spontaneous fabrication of your mind. I am what you want to be, what you used to be before you started doubting yourself."That's not true. I'm not you ( ... )

k4t4str0ph4l December 13 2009, 06:28:12 UTC

Taking inventory of oneself was something a body naturally did when the brain came back online, whether from sleep or some other form of unconsciousness. For Schuldig, this meant that he was aware of a heavy numbness in his limbs - and considerable pain in his chest, and between his temples - even before he'd begun forming coherent thoughts again.

Forcing his eyes open, he found himself staring at a ceiling. As memory spooled back, however, that didn't actually make any sense; he'd been outside, hadn't he? At least, that was the last thing he remembered, which opened up all sorts of questions as to what had happened since that he didn't remember ( ... )

byname_bynature December 13 2009, 06:42:03 UTC

The moment Sean saw movement from Schuldig, his attention snapped away from Artemis.

"Schuldig...!" Sean crawled awkwardly over to Schuldig. "Can I help? Do you need something? I have... pillows..."

Artemis rolled his eyes behind Sean. There wasn't much he could do, though. He didn't have any medical supplies and his shirt was on Chris' shoulder. Though... he vaguely remembered massaging Schuldig's head when he had a headache. He didn't know if that was real, though.

"Can you talk to me...?"

k4t4str0ph4l December 13 2009, 06:50:29 UTC

"Arty?" It was only after the name passed his lips that he recalled the identity crisis debacle - 'Sean' was what the boy had called himself with Badou earlier, wasn't it? - but he didn't feel like calling the boy by that fake name anyway. Why reinforce the delusion?

Still, Artemis' presence answered two questions - why he was inside, and whether or not Schuldig had actually given him time to get away. Just as well; he sure as hell wouldn't want to be suffering like this for a failed rescue attempt.

"We really need to stop meeting like this," Schuldig informed Artemis, or more accurately the hand he now had covering his eyes. Honestly, the kid was going to be the death of him.

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