Someone dial 999

[hellandbackpack]

[Sorry everyone, this is all written out in a jagged scrawl, very jumbled and run-on in nature.]

Help-

Rin just collapsed? We were talkin' and I went to leave and- they just went down? No warnin' or nothin' just on the floor-

This drone is useless, wouldn't go get help-

They're not responding? Like there's a pulse but barely it's slow, there's no blood, nothing looks wrong, I can't see anything wrong, they just won't wake up and I don't know what the hell to do-

[Clearly Charles is doing Amazing here. Thriving even. He's absolutely not about 5 seconds from an epic little meltdown and is only holding it together because SecUnit needs help.]

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[hellandbackpack]

[There was no threat, but it startled him a bit anyways- but it was probably a good thing in the moment, jerking his attention from the spiral of thoughts that otherwise weren't leading anywhere good, or helpful. Biting back an equally frantic, unhelpful comment, he just nodded his agreement shakily.]

Right- right, you're right- [He didn't need to breathe. And even here, it didn't do the same things that it would for a living human to stop, to breathe evenly. A familiar enough tactic if the ease with which he fell into a rhythm was any hint. Breathe in. Hold it. Exhale. But even without all the little physical ways it helped a living person, it did help give him something to focus on for the moment. Made him feel slightly less like he was a hair's breadth away from a crashout.

It didn't stop the way the temperature dropped a few degrees, or the cold damp of the carpet and hardwood just got all the icier under their knees when he spotted that frown though.]

Without... did you think of something?