Beast felt a stab of anger towards the Brotherhood — towards those responsible for this young woman's obvious pain. The bestial side of him wanted nothing more than to see them bleed, rip their throats out and listen to them whimper soundlessly. But that would make him no better than they, and it was not what Pixie needed. She needed Hank McCoy the doctor and the Beast that students knew to be akin to a real live, warm-blooded teddy bear.
"No one does," he assured her. "I've used that coping technique once or twice myself. It's not healthy term, though, because it confuses your internal clock, which can have a more detrimental impact on your health than most people realize. Sleep is important, and you're still at age where getting the most you can is a good thing.
"However, because PTSD often leaves feeling jumpy and like they need to be hypervigilant, it can be hard to get to and stay asleep, nightmares aside. Together, it can be next to impossible. Which is why I am going to prescribe you sleeping pills— at least until your sessions with Miss Frost help calm your nightmares. She will be able to help you with that, I promise."
There was a saying about not making promises that you can't keep, but Hank was confident that Emma would not fail Megan; if he had to ensure that she didn't, he would.