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sortinghat_logs2012-12-23 05:59 am
helmetdoesnothing) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-12-23 05:59 am
Entry tags:
Thoughts will lead you in circles.
WHO: Mituna Captor and Tavros Nitram
TONE: Tense
RATING: PG-ish
WHEN: December 23rd
WHERE: Some corridor somewhere
WHAT: Mituna is having a panic attack. It ends up being Tavros who has to calm him down.
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He had never been able to control them. Ever since the problems had started and panic attacks had become a thing which he'd had to deal with, feeling them coming on would only make the onset faster. Sometimes, he was able to get himself somewhere quiet where he could freak out and calm down, but sometimes they just snuck up on him. This had been one of those times. He'd been walking between classes when his heart had started pounding, and then the next he knew he was on the floor, shaking, sweating and hyperventilating. No one touched him. Most people knew better than to touch him when he was like this and those that didn't were always warned by others.
That a small crowd had gathered around - comprised of confused and concerned students who wanted to help but didn't know how - didn't help in the least. Mituna had dropped his bag, sending his books spreading out over the corridor, and was pressed into a corner between the wall and a statue, arms clamped over his head, shaking and gasping for breath and taking swipes and swearing viciously at anyone who tried to come near.
He felt sick, faint, like he wasn't really there, and even for someone of normal brain function such a thing would be terrifying but for Mituna... well, he might as well have been dying for how well his mind was coping with the stress.
TONE: Tense
RATING: PG-ish
WHEN: December 23rd
WHERE: Some corridor somewhere
WHAT: Mituna is having a panic attack. It ends up being Tavros who has to calm him down.
---
He had never been able to control them. Ever since the problems had started and panic attacks had become a thing which he'd had to deal with, feeling them coming on would only make the onset faster. Sometimes, he was able to get himself somewhere quiet where he could freak out and calm down, but sometimes they just snuck up on him. This had been one of those times. He'd been walking between classes when his heart had started pounding, and then the next he knew he was on the floor, shaking, sweating and hyperventilating. No one touched him. Most people knew better than to touch him when he was like this and those that didn't were always warned by others.
That a small crowd had gathered around - comprised of confused and concerned students who wanted to help but didn't know how - didn't help in the least. Mituna had dropped his bag, sending his books spreading out over the corridor, and was pressed into a corner between the wall and a statue, arms clamped over his head, shaking and gasping for breath and taking swipes and swearing viciously at anyone who tried to come near.
He felt sick, faint, like he wasn't really there, and even for someone of normal brain function such a thing would be terrifying but for Mituna... well, he might as well have been dying for how well his mind was coping with the stress.