#tw panic attacks

The ED was bustling with activity, everyone running around while yelling out different orders to whoever was available to listen. Dana was doing her best to keep things organized, even if that was proving to be rather useless in that moment. Joy had plopped herself down overtop of the desk for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning back towards the board.

"Jeez, I didn't think today could get any worse," Robby's violent reaction towards Samira's panic attack was running through her mind.

How could someone be so hateful towards one of their own? Especially with something as serious as a panic attack. Sure, it wasn't exactly a heart attack, but unless you could get yourself in control it could become more serious!

"What'd you mean, kid?" Dana focused on Joy, her brow furrowed as she shuffled through the clipboards.

Joy glanced at her, eyes narrowing as she tried to sus her out. "Samira had a panic attack, pretty severe from what I could tell. Robby ended up yelling at her over it, embarrassed her in front of everyone."

Dana's head whipped around, lips parted as if she was going to attempt a reply. Nothing came out as she stared at the young woman, her thoughts racing wildly.

Shit, if word got out of the ED how Robby was beginning to treat the women? There was no way you weren't going to find out what had happened. If there was truly anyone to fear, besides Dana herself, it would be you. The elevator doors opened, the loud ping echoing for a brief second as you stepped out. Your scrub top was stretched over the fabric of your belly, pregnancy giving you a glow that anyone would rival for.

"Hey, I heard there was a little Jane Doe down here?" You were the pediatric attending, only coming downstairs when it was absolutely necessary.

"Yes there is, we've been trying to get in touch with social services but with the whole shutdown," Dana shrugged, reaching over to steer you towards where they'd put the baby for the time being.

She was asleep when you both stepped inside, wrapped tight in one of the, rather shitty, hospital blankets. Your eyes softened as your finger traced over her cheek gently, watching the way she shuffled for a moment before relaxing. Babies, and older children alike had always gravitated towards you, it's why you'd chosen pediatrics. Jack had been all for it, wanting you to be happy with your choice and not end up regretting it down the line.

"Dana? It's Samira," it was Emma this time, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two women.

She cursed under her breath, rushing past Emma to go and see what the hell was going on this time, by the time she reached Robby and Samira it was obvious things had gotten worse. You followed close behind her, concerned with the wellbeing of your close friend.

"You leave that shit at home! This is a hospital!" Robby's words echoed out of the room, the chief attending standing over where Samira was laid on the hospital bed.

You saw nothing but red, hands clenching into fists as you pushed past Dana, praying for a second that she could forgive you as you shoved Robby away from you.

"Robinavitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You were genuinely angry, lips pulled back into a sneer.

His lips parted, ready to tear into you as well before seeming to think better and closing his mouth.

"She is your resident! And here you are treating her like she's a disobedient child, jesus no wonder your patient satisfaction scores are non-existent, you're an asshole!"

You weren't going to keep your mouth closed anymore, too many horror stories had been coming out about him, and you were going to use your own position to your advantage.

"Don't thin for a fucking second that you're better than anyone in this building, especially someone that has more empathy in their pinky than you do in your entire body!" The commotion was gathering attention, two of the newbies standing in the doorway as you yelled at Robby.

"If I get word from Jack that you're talking like this to any of your female residents, I will make your life a living hell in and outside of this hospital. Do I make myself clear?" Your gaze never wavered, staring him down with the intensity of a thousand suns.

"Look, you've gotta understand-,"

"I said! Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear."

Your nails were cutting into your palms from how tight your fists were clenched, ready to pounce at a moments notice.

"Understood doctor."

Robby didn't give you a moment to utter another word, quickly making his way out of the room as everyone watched him leave. Samira sat flabbergasted on the bed, heart racing with an emotion she couldn't quite place. No one had ever really defended her except for Jack downstairs in the ED.

"He needs to get that stick out of his ass before I beat his fucking brakes off," you scoffed, rolling your eyes before turning to face everyone in the room.

"You're incredible," Emma was looking at you with adoration, and maybe a small tinge of fear.

You smiled softly, resting a hand on the top of your belly, letting your eyes scan over everyone else. Samira looked on the verge of tears, whether that was from Robby's disgusting actions, or you defending her in that moment you weren't sure. The door swung open before you could attempt to comfort her, Jack stepping inside with tense shoulders.

"What the hell happened? Why did I just see Robby storming around like a goddamn bull?" Jack's eyes locked on you first, checking to make sure you were all right first before turning towards where Samira was.

"I had a panic attack, felt like I was having a heart attack," her voice was soft, muted.

"Everything's okay, though? No serious damage?" Jack cared about his residents, some more than others but people could be grating.

She shook her head, knees pressing closer to her chest as a way to self soothe, lip curling in to try and hold back tears that desperately wanted to escape. You refused to let her suffer in silence, quickly stepping over and wrapping your arms around her in a comforting embrace. The dam broke within seconds, her sobs echoing through the room as you held her, hands rubbing along her back and sides gently.

"Don't you ever think that you don't deserve for people to worry about you, you did the right thing by checking on yourself first," you pressed her tighter against your chest, ignoring how her tears soaked into your scrubs.

Jack watched with a fascination, a small smile on his face at how you always knew how to comfort someone. He'd been on the receiving end more times than he could count, and knowing your child would never have to suffer? It brought an ease he'd never known before in his life.

You let Samira pull from the embrace first, knowing she probably needed the comfort. Her hands were still tangled in the base of your scrub top, breathing evened out.

"Feel better?" Every time someone asked that question it had a slight condescending tone. Yours was different, like a parent that wanted to make sure their child was okay.

"Yeah, thank you," she smiled, wiping away the remnants of her tears with a soft sigh.

You gave her one final squeeze, letting her know that you would always be in her corner, even if you weren't physically in the hospital. Jack stepped around you, hands gently squeezing your hips before taking over as an attending.

"Alright, everyone get back to work before I sick Dana on all of you," everyone, except for Jack and Samira, rushed out of the room, the door shutting as the last person exited.

You knew Robby was going on his sabbatical after the shift, but he didn't need to ruin any kind of relationships with his residents before. Not to mention you hadn't gotten a chance to meet with the attending taking over while he'd be gone.

"Samira, I'm sure Jack had given you my phone number already, but I want you to call me any time you need someone to talk to, okay?" You had given her your full attention, giving her the peace of mind that she would be heard no matter what.

"Thank you," she looked so small, like a child scolded by a parent for making a simple mistake.

It made you sick to think of the way Robby had been treating her, how happier she'd been during her night shifts over the last few months. Maybe Robby leaving for a few months would do the hospital good.

Maybe the world would keep turning, and he'd finally realize that treating his doctors like shit would only end up with them leaving. Maybe.

So in my AU, Sonic, Miles and Shadow all got their powers from Chaos emeralds. The very essence of chaos is in their blood, and is intertwined with their very heart and soul.

This power is very useful, but can also be rather overwhelming at times. The chaos energy has a tendency to mix with their emotions and greatly enhance them. A lot of the time, the trio will have mental breakdowns or blow ups due almost entirely to their chaos energy mixing with intense emotions.

But Knuckles? He isn't like that at all. Instead of his powers coming from chaos energy, he was instead blessed by the Master Emerald itself.

Knuckles is just as powerful as the others, but his energy is fundamentally different. It acts as a neutralizing force to intense power and emotions, rather then an enhancer. For himself and for those around him.

Becuase of this blessing, Knuckles often reaches out to the trio in their times of need. Using his aura to redirect their chaos energy and settle it when they lose control.

Some examples of this is sparring with Sonic to let him safely let out his anger on someone who can take it. Building a den and hiding with Miles all night until he calms down. Or being a grounding presence for Shadow until he can regain control of himself.

This neutralizing power was also used to calm the rouge mecha Sonics and Omega when their own chaos energy overwhelmed them.

I have yet to decide if this calming power works on people who don't have chaos energy and are just overwhelmed emotionally. Such as Gerald, Maria or the Knuckles tribe.

I see it going two ways.

the kinder route: Sebastian would notice and would put a stop to it. After all, he seeks to be the epitome of a butler. His master's comfort must come first. The boy had asked him to bring him pleasure, to make him feel good, but his health and safety came first. And, beneath his butler facade, the demon does harbor affection for the wretched little thing. He seeks to make the boy comfortable.

Ciel would shake and heave and send himself into a frenzy, and Sebastian would stop fucking him and disengage. Eyes wide and frantic, Ciel would lay prone on the bed sheets, peering up at the demon.

Sebastian is familiar with his little lord's past, after all, and it's not hard to see how the boy could get caught up in his memories with such a large body over him. It must feel much like being trapped all over again. The boy's breathing is shallow and quick, slowing with each stroke of Sebastian's hands. His body sags against the sheets.

But he doesn't tell the demon to stop. He only sighs and melts and gasps, letting Sebastian calm him down. His hands lay limp on the bedsheets. He inhales through his nose and out through his lips, closing his eyes and focusing on Sebastian's hands smoothing delicately over his chest, grounding and soothing.

"Are you alright, young master?" Sebastian would ask, words soft.

"Let me catch my breath," Ciel would murmur, feeling his heartbeat slow in his chest.

"You're pale. Would you like me to fetch some tea?"

"Don't go," Ciel would whine. "Stay there until I tell you to go."

Sebastian would grin fondly. "Of course, my lord."

the more realistic route: Sebastian would notice and instead press on that vulnerability. After all, he seeks to be the epitome of a butler. His master's orders come first. The boy has asked him to bring him pleasure, to make him feel good, not look after his health and safety. And, beneath his butler facade, the demon does hunger for the wretched little thing. He seeks to dampen that innocent soul further.

Ciel would shake and heave and send himself into a frenzy, and Sebastian would squeeze his little waist and move faster. Eyes wide and frantic, Ciel would lay prone on the bed sheets, peering up at the demon.

Sebastian is familiar with his little lord's past, after all, and it's not hard to see how the boy could get caught up in his memories with such a large body over him. It must feel much like being trapped all over again. The boy's breathing is shallow and quick, speeding up with each rock of Sebastian's hips. His body jerks against the sheets.

But he doesn't tell the demon to stop. He only shudders and heaves and spits, letting Sebastian fuck into him harder. His nails claw at the butler's arms. He sucks in sharp breaths through his lips, squeezing his eyes closed and focusing on Sebastian's groans above him falling like daggers on his ears, low and hungry.

"Does that feel good, young master?" Sebastian would sneer, words sharp.

"Don't bloody stop until I say," Ciel would grunt, feeling his heartbeat jackrabbit in his chest.

"You're pale. Is this too much for the poor little lord?"

"Don't stop," Ciel would whine, "Keep going until I order you to go."

Sebastian would grin greedily. "Of course, my lord."