*sees your struggles intensify and rather helplessly tries to comfort you, stopping halfway between you and everyone else as if to absorb the impact* It'll be okay, Glorfindel, please...they're only trying to help...it won't hurt as much this way. *feels like an utter fool saying this, when he has no idea how much it will hurt or for how long (and all because I was pleased you wanted space)*
*turns to Ava (because she's the only other person here who will see you as more than a patient)* *with an increasingly jagged edge to his voice* Please. He doesn't understand. He's scared. Is it really necessary?