*two days later, is feeling a little more like himself (comparatively), but can't quite shake an odd sense of disconnect*
*ended up asking Elemmakil to take him to the hospital that evening, if only because visions of spending all night choking on old terror were nearly enough to send him back to the floor* *will admit that he welcomed the thick, sleepy calm contained in the magical chill-pill, though he hasn't touched the prescription anti-anxiety meds since (is not even going there)*
*would be perfectly content to avoid everyone involved in the whole episode for the rest of his natural life, really, but pragmatism dictates that isn't an option* *therefore, finds himself at the Swallow Sunday night, a DVD in one hand and a large bottle of whiskey in the other*