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Yo Ellwyn mod here! Call me mod or June, I'm also the mod for @luitenantalbiemckinner @zivahmay and @strayhatlin
This is my new oc, Ellwyn Ross, callsign Ellwyn because it's a cool name, everyone just called him Ellwyn. He's mildly inspired by Ghost too, with the mask and his overall personality and attitude towards others. Anyway! I love him.
For boundaries, check @luitenantalbiemckinner pinned post
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Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
”I…I don’t think so…I think it went away…”
[Dagger still sounds scared but much less than before, breathing more even now]
"That's really good, yeah? I'm proud of you." Remy checks his phone again, Lynx saying he's almost there. "Alright- He's almost there. I've asked him to bring you to my office, is that alright?"
“Yeah— that’s- that’s okay—“
[Dagger sighs as he hears the footsteps of familiar heavy boots, he can recognize Lynx’s walking pattern before he hears the knocks and door being unlock.]
“L-Lynx is here…”
[Dagger sighs as Lynx comforts him before picking the smaller man up and carrying him to Remys office, softly knocking on the door.]
Remy hangs the phone up and checks his monitor, then stands and unlocks the door, opening it gently. "Ah- That was fast. Thanks, Lynx." He nods and takes Dagger like a little child, sitting him on the lounge he has in the small room. "Water.." He points to the dispenser, then the edge of his L shaped desk where a basket of fidgets and toys sit. "Y' can use those." He sits in his chair, finishing up his monitor work while typing.
[Daggers face is red and puffy from crying, he sniffles as he moves to get water and take little sips of it while he quietly stares at the floor. He then grabs a small stress ball and starts fidgeting anxiously with it.]
Remy just sits and does his typing, eventually speaking to him. "You feel like talking, bud?"
”Mmm..”
[Dagger stares down, thinking for a moment before softly nodding.]
“yeah-…mhm
Remy nods and turns his monitor off, spinning his chair around to face Dagger. "Y' can talk about anything in here. Like I said that day, safe space where it's only me that knows about it?"
”mhmm…”
[Dagger looks…hesitant. He struggles to trust people that are technically mandated reporters that have to tell others if it gets too concerning. He also just, doesn’t know where to start.]
Remy just sits and waits, knowing it's tough for him amd really anyone on this base to open up. He had Soap the other day for his PSTD therapy, and it was just silence for the first ten minutes of the half hour session.
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
”I…I don’t think so…I think it went away…”
[Dagger still sounds scared but much less than before, breathing more even now]
"That's really good, yeah? I'm proud of you." Remy checks his phone again, Lynx saying he's almost there. "Alright- He's almost there. I've asked him to bring you to my office, is that alright?"
“Yeah— that’s- that’s okay—“
[Dagger sighs as he hears the footsteps of familiar heavy boots, he can recognize Lynx’s walking pattern before he hears the knocks and door being unlock.]
“L-Lynx is here…”
[Dagger sighs as Lynx comforts him before picking the smaller man up and carrying him to Remys office, softly knocking on the door.]
Remy hangs the phone up and checks his monitor, then stands and unlocks the door, opening it gently. "Ah- That was fast. Thanks, Lynx." He nods and takes Dagger like a little child, sitting him on the lounge he has in the small room. "Water.." He points to the dispenser, then the edge of his L shaped desk where a basket of fidgets and toys sit. "Y' can use those." He sits in his chair, finishing up his monitor work while typing.
[Daggers face is red and puffy from crying, he sniffles as he moves to get water and take little sips of it while he quietly stares at the floor. He then grabs a small stress ball and starts fidgeting anxiously with it.]
Remy just sits and does his typing, eventually speaking to him. "You feel like talking, bud?"
”Mmm..”
[Dagger stares down, thinking for a moment before softly nodding.]
“yeah-…mhm
Remy nods and turns his monitor off, spinning his chair around to face Dagger. "Y' can talk about anything in here. Like I said that day, safe space where it's only me that knows about it?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
”I…I don’t think so…I think it went away…”
[Dagger still sounds scared but much less than before, breathing more even now]
"That's really good, yeah? I'm proud of you." Remy checks his phone again, Lynx saying he's almost there. "Alright- He's almost there. I've asked him to bring you to my office, is that alright?"
“Yeah— that’s- that’s okay—“
[Dagger sighs as he hears the footsteps of familiar heavy boots, he can recognize Lynx’s walking pattern before he hears the knocks and door being unlock.]
“L-Lynx is here…”
[Dagger sighs as Lynx comforts him before picking the smaller man up and carrying him to Remys office, softly knocking on the door.]
Remy hangs the phone up and checks his monitor, then stands and unlocks the door, opening it gently. "Ah- That was fast. Thanks, Lynx." He nods and takes Dagger like a little child, sitting him on the lounge he has in the small room. "Water.." He points to the dispenser, then the edge of his L shaped desk where a basket of fidgets and toys sit. "Y' can use those." He sits in his chair, finishing up his monitor work while typing.
[Daggers face is red and puffy from crying, he sniffles as he moves to get water and take little sips of it while he quietly stares at the floor. He then grabs a small stress ball and starts fidgeting anxiously with it.]
Remy just sits and does his typing, eventually speaking to him. "You feel like talking, bud?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
”I…I don’t think so…I think it went away…”
[Dagger still sounds scared but much less than before, breathing more even now]
"That's really good, yeah? I'm proud of you." Remy checks his phone again, Lynx saying he's almost there. "Alright- He's almost there. I've asked him to bring you to my office, is that alright?"
“Yeah— that’s- that’s okay—“
[Dagger sighs as he hears the footsteps of familiar heavy boots, he can recognize Lynx’s walking pattern before he hears the knocks and door being unlock.]
“L-Lynx is here…”
[Dagger sighs as Lynx comforts him before picking the smaller man up and carrying him to Remys office, softly knocking on the door.]
Remy hangs the phone up and checks his monitor, then stands and unlocks the door, opening it gently. "Ah- That was fast. Thanks, Lynx." He nods and takes Dagger like a little child, sitting him on the lounge he has in the small room. "Water.." He points to the dispenser, then the edge of his L shaped desk where a basket of fidgets and toys sit. "Y' can use those." He sits in his chair, finishing up his monitor work while typing.
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Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
”I…I don’t think so…I think it went away…”
[Dagger still sounds scared but much less than before, breathing more even now]
"That's really good, yeah? I'm proud of you." Remy checks his phone again, Lynx saying he's almost there. "Alright- He's almost there. I've asked him to bring you to my office, is that alright?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
”no it’s not— Mhh- Lynx has keys-“
[Dagger also shuffles around, sniffling as the murmuring from outside gets quieter and quieter.]
"Okay, that's good." He nods and takes a deep breath, the noise a little heavy. "Can you still here the voices?" Remy asks with a small pang of hope in his chest, wanting his idea to work.
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
“He— He didn’t like when I talked back— or when someone moved his stuff-…or um…when people added too much water to his tea-…”
"Okay. Keep thinking of that, in your head or outloud." He replies and makes a few clicks on his mouse, then shuffles about and grabs his phone. He messages Lynx and asks if he's busy, telling him to check up on Dagger for him and explains the situation. "Okay, Mike?" He asks and pauses for a bit. "I've got Lynx your way, and he's going to knock on the door five times so you know it's him. Is your door unlocked?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
”mhm—“
[Dagger sets his phone down before pressing speaker phone.]
“I-It sounds like one of my old teammates voices— I-It’s kinda deep- I can’t tell any words or anything—“
"No clear words?" He asks and does a little typing, probably taking notes for future reference. "Think about something that would.. Scare them. What was his greatest fear, if you know it. Or just what he didn't like. For example.. Milk in his coffee. Just think of what he didn't like, I wanna try something."
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
“I- I do—“
[Daggers crying and breathing stops, Remy can’t hear it until daggers starts muttering.]
“oh god— oh god-“
"It's okay, just listen to me. Could you put the phone down and put me on speaker, Mike?" Remy asks him and keeps checking on his monitor. "I'm gonna go a little quiet now, but I want you to try and talk to me about them. Just talk about their voices, if there's any words you can hear, or maybe just their names if you know them. Alright?"
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Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
“No— no- ‘m not gonna do that—“
[Dagger whines and cries which is audible over the phone as he curls in on himself and tucks closer to the wall.]
"Okay, okay- You don't have to do that." He gently replies and shuffles a bit again. "Why don't you just- Have a listen. Is it.. Taunting? Do you recognise the voices?"
It was a calm day today.. Well as calm as it could get for Ellwyn. Between training the rookies, paperwork and god knows what else, it was safe to say, the Lieutenant was ready to disappear off the face of the planet and rest. Right now, he was chilling in the common room on the couch, soaking up the silence before the door suddenly bursts open and in comes Asher, the loud Sergeant from Valentino's team, just what he needed... Asher comes over to Ellwyn, plopping down on the couch next to him while pulling the man into a side hug as he says. "Ellwyn! My mate, how we doin' on this fine day?" (Introducing my final OC, Asher, be ready for the chaos he brings XD)
Ellwyn nods slowly and looks to Asher, gently pushing his head away with a grumble. "Was fine before you waltzed in." He sighs out and fixes his gaiter for the millionth time, the tight fabric pissing him off bit by bit. "What do you want, Asher?" He asks and glares at the man, clearly not in the mood for any more chaos.
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
”uh- you— you talking- my fan— someone in the hallway outside my room—“
[Dagger whispers that last one, sounding much more spooked now.]
“‘m scared— don’t even know if they’re real—-“
"That's alright. Could you try calling out to them?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
”my- my floor— my heartbeat— hah- fuck- um— my hoodie- phone in my hands—“
[Dagger pants roughly, coughing a few times.]
Remy nods. "Good. Nos three things you can hear?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
”I remember— but I’ll start freaking out- if I have too look around— I just know it—“
[Dagger gasps for air quietly, one hand pawing at his chest while he keeps his eyes pinned to the floor.]
"Okay.." He gently replies and shuffles a little, mumbling to himself. "We can skip that step. Could you give me four things you can feel?"
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Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
“Mm— I- I can- in fifteen minutes-…”
[Dagger sighs, breathing heavy and uneven.]
“I’m sorry—“
"That's alright. I was just asking. That's good, though. Deep breaths, okay? Don't go yet." He replies and puts some stuff away. "Do you remember what I did last week in the medbay? Five things you can see?"
Captured. Open rp.
[This mission had been a rough one, bad intel, extra enemies that easily outnumbered the team. Dagger had been staying behind the lines of fire since no one luckily was injured…]
[Maybe he’d stayed too far behind, one teammate heard a stifled scream and when they turned around Dagger was there. He had a hand over his mouth and a gun to his head, in the arms of one of his old enemy teammates. He looked terrified.]
(insert as current teammate of Dagger.)
"All good." He nods and stands fully, rubbing his back. "You feel better?" He asks Dagger gently, his presence awfully soothing and a little less panic-worthy.
”A-A little-…thank you…still a little lightheaded and stuff..”
[Dagger looks down at the one restraint that had been put on and left, holding his wrist to the bed rail with a lock.]
“mmh…want it off…”
"Here-" Remy gets it off with a small mumble, shockingly really good at handling the restraints. "Have some water." He grabs a small bottle from the bedside, handing it to Dagger. "Small sips, bud."
[Dagger takes it and gulps down the water for a moment, before stopping and taking small sips instead. He’s still physically trembling and sweaty along with pale. God what was this guy on to say he didn’t need therapy to cope??]
Remy nods gently and gives him small mutters of encouragement, rubbing his back. "There ya' go. Small sips, bud." He nods and sits on the edge of the bed, patting his knee instead. "Now, can I backtrack quickly? Bring up something you said?" He asks and raises his eyebrows, light blonde hair covering his eyes slightly.
[Dagger keeps sipping slowly, humming as small ‘mhm’ and nodding. He continues to sip while looking over at Remy.]
"These are your words, not mine, but.." He pauses and thinks, then goes. "I don't need therapy, I'm fine." Remy finishes and stares at Dagger. "And that reaction was indeed a trauma response, okay? So, like Zivah told you, therapy sessions are booked and ready, my office down the councillors hall, okay? No pressure."
“Mhm…”
[Dagger swallows hard and looks away, nodding slightly.]
“jus’ don’t like talking about it…all the trauma stuff…gives me nightmares and more of these…responses…”
[Dagger fidgets anxiously]
"Don't have to talk about it right away. We can talk about whatever you like." Remy shrugs, standing beside the bed and glancing at Ellwyn being tended to by the medics. "All of it is a private zone, so everything you say stays in my office. No sharing, gossip, or stories are told. How's that sound?"
”mhm…Zivah won’t let me work again until I do it anyways…so…mm…”
[Dagger sighs, still anxiously shifting around.]
“I…how do I even set up an appointment…?”
Remy looks to his pockets and huffs, then pulls out a card. "Call me, that number.." He points to it and glances to Dagger. "Ask for Remy, or Doctor Ross. Whichever, they'll know me. They'll connect you to my line, and we can sort out a date and a time. Yes?" He smiles softly, handing the card to Dagger. "If you forget, or lose the card, just call the main line and request the counciling line. It'l connect you to the line anyway, and just do the same thing."
[Dagger takes a deep shaky breath, whining softly with his exhale.]
“okay-…okay yeah…i will…”
[Dagger nods again before giving a tired look to Remy before trying to look over at El.]
Ellwyn is still being checked over by nurses, slowly being sat up for a reflex check. "Hey- Be gentle." Remy calls out and flashes his ring for context, looking firm. "Still weak." He then turns to Dagger. "Good. I'm gonna... Go talk to Ellwyn." He nods and leaves, helping the nurses sit Ellwyn up and check him over. "Shh- I know... Deep breath." He mumbles to Ellwyn, holding rhe man's back and his hand with each hand.
Tw accidental self injury
[Dagger watches silently…guilty for being guilty at this point. He keeps picking at the skin around his nails, not noticing when blood starts to pool near his nails.]
Ellwyn keeps grumbling and groaning, body sore from laying still for so long. Remy just talks to him and rubs his back up and down slowly. "It's alright, lovely. Deep breaths. They're just checking you over." He explains softly, keeping Ellwyn calm.
After around a week, Ellwyn is looking better and moving around, talking to Remy with a smile when he visits, as the councillor has gone back to work. He sits in his office currently, playing with a little squishy while he types on his monitor, filling in some new notes from his appointment. Then, his phone rings from the main office, and he picks it up. "Doctor Ross speaking, how can I help?"
(Me too Dagger, me too..)
(Timeskip intending Dagger calls the line)
[The man speaks up, he sounds like he’s been crying and his breathing is audibly shaky.]
“It’s- It’s Dagger-….need to make an appointment- schedule an appointment or- or whatever- please—…”
"Ah, alright." He mumbles and gets to his monitor, pulling up his booking times. "Could I get you to take a few deep breaths, bud?"
”’m fine Remy— hah- just need to make an appointment-“
[Dagger sniffles, rubbing his eyes. He’s currently curled up on the floor of his room after having a very rough start to the day.]
"Alright. I have today at nine, if that works? Or another at three." He offers with a few small mouse clicks in the background. "Or I can do eleven, too. I'm pretty empty all day."
”nine- nine works— Mhh—“
[Dagger curses softly, panting and whining. He’s had multiple panic attacks today after having a very graphic nightmare and flashbacks,,]
Remy stays quiet for a moment, then sighs and speaks again. "Want one in thirty minutes, Dagger?"
“I-“
[Dagger voice breaks as he sniffles again.]
“I don’t know— I can’t— Mhh—“
Remy lets him talk, then clicks a little on his monitor. "Could you come to my office? Are you able to leave your room?"
