[It helps, actually. The shoulder rubbing. The way his ribs feel cramped and painful. The way he doubles up again and his head spins while he stares down at the floor tiles. Physical things are easier. Even unpleasant physical things. They're grounding. He really just needs to feel like he can touch the ground for a moment. Now he does sit. Hard and suddenly, with a thump that echoes in the corridor.]
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[It helps, actually. The shoulder rubbing. The way his ribs feel cramped and painful. The way he doubles up again and his head spins while he stares down at the floor tiles. Physical things are easier. Even unpleasant physical things. They're grounding. He really just needs to feel like he can touch the ground for a moment. Now he does sit. Hard and suddenly, with a thump that echoes in the corridor.]
...Can you breathe? It's just me, right?