[ Okay. He's hallucinating. Is he on drugs? It's hard to tell without being able to get a look at his eyes, to see if they're cloudy or yellow, but he rejects that idea as soon as it pops into his mind. He's pretty sure Robby isn't the type. Even if he were, he wouldn't be taking them tonight of all nights. No, there's a much more familiar, much more dangerous culprit: he's hallucinating. Aural hallucinations as well as visual hallucinations, which complicates matters.
All right. He's seeing someone else. Somebody already dead, maybe? With aural hallucinations that he killed them, which is a ludicrous notion; he's just some kid. Just a nice kid, Kim amends, knowing damn well that plenty of people Robby's age are capable of killing another. All he can do is talk to him, try to get through to him so that he can at least open his eyes and hopefully see the person who's truly in front of him. ]
No. You didn't. [ How did his training say to talk people down from a panic attack, again? Sensation. Grounding. What he can see is off-limits, and so is what he can hear. There's no way he's going to get any food in Robby's mouth, so that just leaves... ] You didn't kill anyone, Robby. Whoever you're seeing or hearing now isn't actually here. It's just Kim Kitsuragi, a friend of your teacher's -- of Daniel. You are in the City, sitting behind the counter of a convenience store, and everything is all right. Try to concentrate on what you feel, not what you hear or see. Start with...
[ He gets up, taking the couple steps it takes to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, ice-cold to the touch. He crouches in front of Robby again. ]
This is a cold water bottle. I'm going to press it against your wrist. Now you're going to grab it and hold onto it.
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Date: 2023-12-01 10:02 am (UTC)[ Okay. He's hallucinating. Is he on drugs? It's hard to tell without being able to get a look at his eyes, to see if they're cloudy or yellow, but he rejects that idea as soon as it pops into his mind. He's pretty sure Robby isn't the type. Even if he were, he wouldn't be taking them tonight of all nights. No, there's a much more familiar, much more dangerous culprit: he's hallucinating. Aural hallucinations as well as visual hallucinations, which complicates matters.
All right. He's seeing someone else. Somebody already dead, maybe? With aural hallucinations that he killed them, which is a ludicrous notion; he's just some kid. Just a nice kid, Kim amends, knowing damn well that plenty of people Robby's age are capable of killing another. All he can do is talk to him, try to get through to him so that he can at least open his eyes and hopefully see the person who's truly in front of him. ]
No. You didn't. [ How did his training say to talk people down from a panic attack, again? Sensation. Grounding. What he can see is off-limits, and so is what he can hear. There's no way he's going to get any food in Robby's mouth, so that just leaves... ] You didn't kill anyone, Robby. Whoever you're seeing or hearing now isn't actually here. It's just Kim Kitsuragi, a friend of your teacher's -- of Daniel. You are in the City, sitting behind the counter of a convenience store, and everything is all right. Try to concentrate on what you feel, not what you hear or see. Start with...
[ He gets up, taking the couple steps it takes to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, ice-cold to the touch. He crouches in front of Robby again. ]
This is a cold water bottle. I'm going to press it against your wrist. Now you're going to grab it and hold onto it.
[ It's not a request. It's an order. ]