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Dec. 20th, 2005 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guppy_sandhuHis father's death bed. He is holding the pillow as his father begs him to end it all.
"Let me be proud of you just this one last time. Show me you aren't weak and stupid. Prove it to me. If I struggle it is just a reflex."
"I can't."
His father reaches out and hurls the glass of water at the side of his bed at Guppy's foot. He falls forwards, pillow outwards, onto his father.
"No!"
He stumbles to his feet and tries to get the pillow off, but it sticks there, moulding around his face until it has swallowed his father's head.
"Arrest him" Barry's voice comes through clearly.
"Section him" This one is Abs.
"Strike him off." Harry stands there shaking his head.
More and more people appear around him as he pulls desperately at the pillow. His father stops struggling.
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off." the three figures chant in the background.
"I hate you!" his mother cries.
"Murderer!" shouts his grandfather.
"Would you like a biscuit dear?" That is his grandmother.
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Guppy? I hate you. Murderer. Guppy, you're dreaming, wake up."
He opens his eyes but he doesn't see the room.
"I don't deserve a biscuit."
"Guppy sweetheart it's Nina. You need to calm down."
Nina picks up the singing stone. She doesn't understand how it works, but she's seen Abs give it to him and it seems to bring him out of it. She presses it into his sweaty little palm and closes his fingers around it. After about ten seconds of the song he focuses in on Nina. He stumbles out of bed, thinking for a moment that he is going to be sick, breathing very fast and his heart pounding as if it wants to take off. His head does not appear to think this is a good movement.
Nina takes him gently by the shoulders and pushes him back down to sitting on the bed, then pushes his head between his legs and crouches next to him.
"Guppy, you're having a panic attack." she says calmly, handing him a paper bag. "Slow deep breaths for me." She gently rubs his back as he breathes in and out of the paper bag.
After a few minutes he has calmed down a little. Nina watches him closely.
"Why have you taken all the pillows off your bed Guppy?"
There is an awkward pause.
"Read somewhere they're dirty."
"Let me be proud of you just this one last time. Show me you aren't weak and stupid. Prove it to me. If I struggle it is just a reflex."
"I can't."
His father reaches out and hurls the glass of water at the side of his bed at Guppy's foot. He falls forwards, pillow outwards, onto his father.
"No!"
He stumbles to his feet and tries to get the pillow off, but it sticks there, moulding around his face until it has swallowed his father's head.
"Arrest him" Barry's voice comes through clearly.
"Section him" This one is Abs.
"Strike him off." Harry stands there shaking his head.
More and more people appear around him as he pulls desperately at the pillow. His father stops struggling.
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off." the three figures chant in the background.
"I hate you!" his mother cries.
"Murderer!" shouts his grandfather.
"Would you like a biscuit dear?" That is his grandmother.
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Strike him off. I hate you. Murderer. Biscuit dear?"
"Arrest him. Section him. Guppy? I hate you. Murderer. Guppy, you're dreaming, wake up."
He opens his eyes but he doesn't see the room.
"I don't deserve a biscuit."
"Guppy sweetheart it's Nina. You need to calm down."
Nina picks up the singing stone. She doesn't understand how it works, but she's seen Abs give it to him and it seems to bring him out of it. She presses it into his sweaty little palm and closes his fingers around it. After about ten seconds of the song he focuses in on Nina. He stumbles out of bed, thinking for a moment that he is going to be sick, breathing very fast and his heart pounding as if it wants to take off. His head does not appear to think this is a good movement.
Nina takes him gently by the shoulders and pushes him back down to sitting on the bed, then pushes his head between his legs and crouches next to him.
"Guppy, you're having a panic attack." she says calmly, handing him a paper bag. "Slow deep breaths for me." She gently rubs his back as he breathes in and out of the paper bag.
After a few minutes he has calmed down a little. Nina watches him closely.
"Why have you taken all the pillows off your bed Guppy?"
There is an awkward pause.
"Read somewhere they're dirty."
