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I know, it sucks.. I know exactly how much it hurts.

[he can cure the cramp first, that much he knows. Manipulate Chuck's hands and arms and stretch then against his own body. Press and push and massage nice and hard until the muscles relent..

As for the nerves.. They have to wait that out too but hopefully his cramps going will help that too. Big breaths, pain management, Raleigh speaking slowly and counting the seconds for each breath to give chuck something else to focus on. Hands solid on Chuck. Breathe-1-2-3-4, out-1-2-3-4. Again. Again. Again.]

Edited 2016-02-19 23:54 (UTC)

[ He follows orders exceptionall well and listens to Raleigh, eyes wide and wet, panic flaring and bubbling just beneath the surface. In, 1-2-3-4, out-1-2-3-4. In and out, until they give way and muscles ease and he's left trembling and freaked the fuck out and wondering what in the hell just happened to him. ]

[They don't speak for a while. Just breathe, and this time it's Raleigh watching like a hawk, taking in every little feature, every twitch, every movement. He looks at Chuck. Something he hadn't really done before. Notices his freckles and the blend of colors in his eyes. Notices the red of his skin and his muscles sitting prone and puffed up, veins raised as the works through the pain.

Please, he thinks. Please don't let this be what he thinks it is.]

..better?

[ The smattering of light freckles over his cheeks and down his neck, standing out due to the flush of blood under his skin. Every muscle is taught, the veins in his neck standing out and slowly going back down as he starts to calm down. ]

I--no. [ No he's not better. He's freaked out, he hurts, his nerves are shorting out and he's on the verge of a fucking panic attack because what in the actual shit was that. ]

Still hurts? [zeroed right in on him, hands resting on Chuck's shoulders.]

Burns.. [ He rasps, hyperaware of the pain in his body and the placement of Raleigh's hands on him. Hadn't they just quarreled over this? He can't find it in himself to tell Becket to fuck off though, mostly because his brain is glitching and he feels like everything just shorted out. ]

'S weird.

Just gotta breathe through it. Or.. You wanna try getting some air? It's cold out.. Wanna go to the clinic?

[it's a testament to how he's dealt with this, himself, that he mentions the clinic last and as an afterthought. But he keeps his hands on Chuck to keep him focused. Keep him breathing.]

Maybe someone can help..

Air...air. Get me outside.

[ Because everything is starting to feel like it's closing in around him. ]

Okay.. C'mon, get up. [They're only on the first floor. Raleigh helps Chuck up and guides him out and down the hall and stairs like a sheepdog, staying very close to his side and opening any doors they come to. He k kws hiw fuckig hard it can be just to raise his arm and grasp a doorknob, he's not going to make Chuck touch anything if he can help it.

Get him down into the main hall and out onto the cold front steps. Cold breeze winding it's way through the chilly, winter air. Cold but not unbearable.]

Talk to me..

[ Chuck just drops down once they're outside, shivering at the blast of cool but ignoring it in favor of focusing on not having the worlds most epic meltdown. ]

Fuck..

[Raleigh slowly sits beside him on the steps, concern written all over him.]

I--..

What was that..

[ he's like a skittish cat. ]

Can't say for sure.. Probably just a muscle cramp? Spasm? They're awful..

[softly as not to spook him.]

But that's never happened before. Ever. I--

[ he's so embarrassed. ]

Hey.. It's okay. S'probably just stress.

...Yeah. Sure.

[ he just wants to go hide in a hole somewhere. ]

[A beat.]

What we've been through.. It's a lot. A physical reaction is normal.

[he's decided not to scare the poor kid right off the bat. It might just be stress, after all.]

Course. Stress.

[ He's just just repeating Raleigh at this point, teeth grinding in his head as he tries to process what the fuck just happened to him. ]

Just stress. [keep saying it and it will be true.]

Keep an eye on it.. If it becomes a pattern then we'll see the doctor. Yeah?

[Not you, but we. Together.]

[ His face twitches in confusion. ]

Yeah. I will.

[ Raleigh you're weird.

But he isn't dwelling. His muscles spasms like that have left him sore and he still feels jittery, body aching and awkward. ]

[yeah, it's really not plesant at all. Raleigh nods and falls quiet, looking out across the front courtyard. The drive that goes to nothing with a view of the water over what will be rolling green grounds come summer. Somewhere there are early daffodils peeking through the cold and singing softly, notes pearling through the air on the breeze. Raleigh doesn't think about it too much. He's never exactly sure what's real and what's not. If he thinks about it too long his brain starts to hurt.]

[ Chuck falls silent alongside him, drumming his fingers quietly on his knee as he sits and stares, seeing but not really taking anything in. HE's lost in thought, brain still running a mile a minute as he tries to pick through what happened, put bits and pieces together. ]

...It's cause Dad 'n I got fried in Victoria harbor, isn't it.

[Raleigh looks over, raising an eyebrow as he listens and then growing in that way people do when they consider something.]

Could be, [by which the answer is almost undoubtedly yes.]

How bad'd you get hit?

Well I mean, we got electrocuted for like five full seconds throughout our body so..

Pretty bad, then. [solemn]

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