#equallibrium

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Well, that was certainly a choice for making an entrance...

Carter blinked up at the other man, slowly taking his stethoscope from his ears. "Uhh, do you really have to tell me that kind of thing now? I'm with a patient..."

God, was Frank strung out? Did he even know who he was talking to? At least the patient wasn't Myrna...

After sparing the gobsmacked woman an apologetic glance, Carter excused himself, then took Frank by the shoulder and guided him out toward a neighboring hallway.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked, his brows pinching together. "'Cause I'll be the first to admit, when I felt like I was drowning, I developed an unhealthy attachment to my sponsor...but she was smart. She knew we'd drag each other down, were things to get muddy between us. Objectivity is important, okay? It may not feel like it, but it is."

it's not the first time she's helped him through a full moon, she's helped him enough that she's lost count honestly. tonight was just the first time it seemed to backfire so spectacularly for her. she tried to help when she thought the wolf was injured, which led to her getting injured. claw marks on her side as she stumbled away from the wolf and back out of the room.

she was already weaker, self inflicted in a way. she's fallen back into not feeding so the second she's out of the room, she's struggling a little. slumping to the floor she clenches a hand over her side. she's never been injured by a wolf before, doesn't know if it's the effects of being hurt by one or how her lack of being fed will effect her.

sometime through the night she pulls her sweater off, pressing it against her side as she covers her mouth, trying not to draw attention to herself. she can hear as the night gives way to day, the way the wolf settles, can hear frank return to himself. and she pushes herself forward, half crawling as she tries to get up, pushing through the door. "frank..." fuck everything hurts. "hey... you're okay." she assures him, same as she always does, though she looks maybe a little worse than him right now.

she lowers her hand that keeps her sweater pressed against her side. "i need... i can't use my magic. i need help. i need to eat." she knows what she's asking, especially now after everything he just went through but she's running out of options, and time. "frank... please, i wouldn't ask if i didn't need help."

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He'd just been wandering into to the break room to grab a cup of coffee when he'd seen it, the sight of Langdon crumbled in the corner up against the wall. The reaction had been instant, moving to the other man's side without hesitation as he crouched down beside him, making sure not to crowd him or tower over him.

"Hey, focus on my voice, okay? You can, I know you can, just breath for me..." John instructed steadily, mimicking deep breaths that he dragged from right down into his lungs before exhaling again. "In... and out, slow and steady." He continued, taking in another deep breath and letting it out.

The phone rings long enough that Robby almost hangs up out of guilt before Frank finally answers. By then, Jane is crying hard enough in the background that there’s really no hiding the situation anyway. “Okay, before you say anything,” Robby says immediately, voice rough with exhaustion while he paces slowly across the apartment with the baby tucked against his shoulder, “I know it’s two in the morning.” Jane lets out another furious little wail directly into his ear and Robby closes his eyes briefly like he’s hanging onto sanity by a thread. “And I also know I’m supposed to be a fully functioning emergency medicine attending capable of handling stress,” he continues while automatically bouncing her higher against his shoulder, “but I think this tiny person may actually be smarter than me...and I'm pretty sure she's broken multiple laws from the Geneva Convention.”

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Robby leaned against the table top of his desk, tired eyes glaring at the terminal screen as he badged in to finish the charting he had been running behind on. Another night of taking his work home with him. He hated the idea of another late night hunched over a screen, he hated Gloria's constant pestering more.

*Ping*

Robby reached into his pocket to grab his phone, eyes never leaving the screen of his computer as he unlocked the screen. He finished the last line of text before glancing down to see it was Frank that had texted him, he glanced up over the edge of his glasses to see the doctor in question offering a coy look in his direction as he lounged back in his seat.

"Couldn't come over here and tell me what you wanted to say?" He asked with a soft laugh, opening the message and...

Robby slammed his phone down face first onto the desk top, eyes snapping back to Frank with wide eyes. "You little shit." He mused with a breathy laugh, peeking at the image once more feeling his heart beat kick up.

{txt: Frank}

> supply closet now.

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she's dealt with panic attacks before, of all kinds. her own and others. the one thing that's consistent for her was that she was usually the first to know. between the mind reading and the actual scent of anxiety that permeates from someone having a panic attack it's pretty easy to know who it is. so she goes on the hunt for whoever it is and finds frank on the ground. "frank hey, listen to me. i know you're not fine, just... i need you to trust me for a little while okay? please? i need you to tell me where your back hurts. i know that's what's bothering you and making you feel like this. so i need you to take a deep breath and just tell me where your back hurts."

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evvie looks from frank to the container she'd labelled for him. setting it on the counter, she sits next to him on the floor. "you haven't eaten since we started this morning." she points out quietly, bending her left leg up and mirroring his posture as best she could without hurting her right leg. "and i don't know what's going on inside your head but i'm here to help, frank."