Au where Simon is experiencing Trauma based psychosis and was admitted in the ward, found in someones yard, clutching a tree and screaming that he "Dosn't want to go".
His behavioral phycologist is Dr. Ava, but his truama therapist is (cane user genderfluid) Dr. Grace. Ft. Dr. Grace's therapy pup Laika and patiant human!Rocky (Ricky Ortiz) was admitted for rambles of not being human and everyone around him dying. He also keeps mentioning a person named Adrian, but when asked where Adrian is, he just points upwards. "They're not from here, I left, and now everyone is dead!" While curled into a ball. Head administrator Eva Stratt and nurse Carl included. Carl and Grace are lowkey enablers, but they want their patiants to feel cared for, not scared. Carl and Dr. Grace are also room mates with black cat named Suneater. (Sunny)
Simon having a panic attack, trying to merge himself with the wall in the common room, hyperventilating, gasping for air but visiblily not being able to keep it in his lungs.
"Ooh, Simon. This again?? I thought Dr. Ava prescribed you something for this.." Carl mutters, squatting down.
"Dont-! Don't fucking touch me! Are you real? This is a trick! Fuck you!- Im sorry! Dont.. dont put me back in! I-" Simon is actively clawing at the old outdated yellow wall paper. "I'll be good! Please-" he says, as if trying to crawl away from the nurse but was going nowhere.
Carl sighs, getting his walkie talkie. "Paging Dr. Ava. Event in the commons." He says, waiting for the womans response, but instead he got someone different.
"Hey Carl! Ava's out today. Simon or Rocky?"
Carl now stands, streatching as he steps back from Simon, giving him space. "Guess."
"Mmmh.. Simon?"
"Bingo."
"Orange or red?"
"No physical attempts of ourburst yet but I'm watching him." Carl states, watching as Simon now was crawling away, trying to hide himself under the coffee table. "Yo, Simon, you're okay. Deep breaths."
"Fuck you!- sorry.." He repeats, only fitting half way in the table.
Just as he's doing this, Ricky comes out of his room, inching like an anxious child. "Simon need help? Rocky help?" His hand comes to the door frame, tapping twice.
Carl smiles at him. "Oh hey, Ricky. Nah, Grace is coming. Thanks though."
The man rubs his arms, playing with his fingers as he thought. "..Not Rocky name.."
"Of course. I'm sorry, Rocky."
Just as he says this, the pitter patter of little feet comes down the hall, steps with the tap of a cane following. "Hello, Rocky. How are you, today?" He taps the cane twice on the tile.
Rocky gives a stary eyed grin, stepping forward to hug her. "Grace! Grace, grace, grace! Hi."
"Hi buddy!" Dr. Grace technically wasn't supposed to hug his patiants (Dr. Stratt has scolded him several times before), but he knew she was in a meeting right now, and sometimes trust was best for patiants whose main problem wasn't violence.
Simon.. on the other hand.. was a different story.
He fluctuated far too much. One day he was fine, the next he was swinging on anything that moved near him. One of the main things he and Grace spoke about was an entity of the name Ellie. Who allegedly stole his arm. Grace suspected his PTSD had made up some sort of story to cover what he saw during his time in the Navy.
According to records, Simon's sub oxygen had punctured, causing air loss to his brain. It was so bad that by the time they pulled him up, he had been unconscious for a good half a minute. So many of his memories were all gumbled that it was difficult to know what he was talking about most days. It annoyed Dr. Ava to death.
Laika, whos tail wagged seeing anyone, sniffed her nose at Simon under the table, play bowing at him with her tounge out.
At this point, The dog could handle it herself. And to think, she would be euthanized by now. Grace had picked her up off an ad from the local shelter. A "Last chance" kind of ad about dogs who would be put down due to not enough resources. Grace hadn't meant to get a dog during college, but he was now greatful for her.
Within minutes, she had Simon out from the table, petting her and taking deep breaths. She was licking his face, tail going in circles as she laid on Simon's chest. Rising and falling as he calmed.
After a quick chat with Rocky about his day, Grace excuses themself, getting closer. "Hey, Si. You doin' alright?" He asks, knowing the awnser.
Staring up at her, Simon, laying on his back, sees the ringed light above his head, shining into his eyes as he squints. Was he dead? Was that a fucking angel!?
Simon says nothing, jaw hanging open as he stares.
"Sorry that Ava wasn't able to come see you, but i'm here. In the meantime do you want to come to my office?" They ask, "I got a new star system for you."
Simon blinks, sitting up, letting the dog fall in his arms as he looks at Grace. "Are.. are you real?" He asks, the dog still slobbering on him, making him smile and hide his neck from her slimey tongue. He didn't like his neck touched..
"Yes, Simon. I am real. She is real. Carl is real. Rocky is real. What else can you see that is real? Hm? Anything purple?" She asks him.
Grace puts a hand out. Simon flinches.
"She can't hurt you anymore. You're safe. I promise." Dr. Grace whispers.
Simon, hesitantly took his hand, allowing help to be pulled up. Laika had gotten off his lap the second their hands touched, knowing she'd just fall off if she didn't.
"Come on. Lets go look at stars and talk about whats real. Were going to play around the world, okay?"
"O-okay.." Simon agrees, holding his hand as they walk back towards the office.
Around the world was pretty easy. Low maintenance that can open doors. First, Simon would talk, and then toss the earth hackie sack to Dr. Grace. After that, Grace would toss it back, asking a question again while looking at the projected stars on the ceiling.
Simon liked the stars. Sometimes Dr. Grace would ask which he could name inbetween questions to keep from overwhelming him.
"Oh, oh! Can Rocky come? Grace Rocky see stars?"
Just before Grace can open their mouth, Carl speaks up. "Come and talk with me for a bit, Rock. Im sure Dr. Grace will play with you once Simon gets calmed down."
"Carl Rocky play cards?"
"I was thinking I whoop you at connect 4 again?"
Grace, walking down the hall gives him a fond smile. "Thanks." He mouthed. Carl nods. God, Carl really was the best. He never forgot to take the trash out, and he was always great help at work. Always so kind to the patiants, even if one of them was convinced he wasn't a human.
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So anyone know if there's a story that goes with this pic that came from Misha's Facebook (March 3, 2013)? This is a bit before my Misha fandom time and I was curious if it came from a con or GISH or if never had any context.
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