114 Therapist. (2/2)

”Don't you mess with my food!” He roared out loud before flinching. With a meek nod of apology he walked out of the room evidently rattled by the events on the island.

”Leave him to me.” Barts said, interrupting my thoughts. ”I'll handle it. You don't need to worry too much.” She said nodding proudly before stalking out of the room. The floor boards creaked as I looked at the rest of them.

”Hah… Fawkes work with fatty for a new schedule, we won't be rowing out of here any time soon it seems…”

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Rein gulped as a suffocating feeling slithered down his back. He could feel it returning, panic laced through his spasming muscles as he leaned against the walls of the ship.

Merely staying near the crew seemed to bring it on, horrific scenes filled his mind as he began to heave. Giant serpents seemed to dance before him as his breath began to shorten, he could feel his muscles constricting unnaturally as he tumbled to the floor.

He was hyperventilating, his heart seeming to want to flee his constrictive ribs as veins began to reveal themselves on his arms.

He clenched his hands firmly as he shiveringly reached into his pockets, only calming down slightly as he felt the bulge of cloth beneath.

He would do it. However much he suffered at this point, he could not hold it against the crew. True, they had forced him to work. But he was not as spoiled as to believe that he was entitled to free service from anywhere.

He wasn't a world noble. And even the distant manner that the crew dolled against him could not possibly alienate them from him, for whatever they did they still treated him humanely, caring for him the way they would care for another member on the ship.

He pulled his coat to his face as he buttoned it down on one side. rapidly he began breathing into it as he forced it around his mouth and nose.

Slowly he could feel his heart begin to calm down, and his breathing to subside.

”What're you doing?” A curious voice suddenly called out, rapidly piercing his one man bubble. He could not help but gape at the women staring down at him. Her black eyes gleaming intelligently as she regarded his fallen form.

He smiled weakly as he tried to get to his feet, only for her to kneel down in front of him. ”What happened?” She asked her voice once again ringing out soothingly.

He sighed slightly as he began to sit up, no longer trying to get to his feet he looked at her. Then his mouth began to move, and as he spoke he could feel his tense muscles relax and his heart settle.

For her part Barts listened, not interrupting at all as he told her how he felt, a small smile on her face as she patted his back encouragingly.