Who: Marc (and Steven) and Cuddy When: Backdated to last Sunday, 8pm. Where: Trauma Room What: Talking Open: No. TW: Marc has a lot of mental health issues. Mentions of self-harm, probably mentions of suicidal ideation, child abuse etc.
It was almost eight o'clock, and Marc was anxious. Not like how Steven got when he was anxious, talking about anything and everything so there wasn't a quiet moment to be found anywhere and getting his fingers all knotted together. No, Marc was quiet because his thoughts were too loud, and he had his hands clenched into fists, fingernails digging moons into his palms. And he'd walked up to medbay, then back to the apartment, and was going back to medbay again to try and burn off some of the nerves, but it hadn't worked too well yet.
Steven was calm in his head. Steven had wanted to talk to the doc since he'd found out about Marc, after all. Apparently he just wanted to know what she knew about what they had and if she had any advice, which sounded perfectly reasonable and sensible and Marc would have agreed to that if he didn't know better, if he hadn't spent numerous spells as a prisoner... sorry, in-patient at various different psychiatric hospitals. Putnam was the main one, his dad had liked that one. But they'd all liked locking him in little rooms and medicating him until he couldn't tell up from down and day from night, all in the name of getting rid of Steven (and dealing with some of the other shit too, like the dissociating and the intrusive thoughts and the self-harming and all the other stuff), and that was something Marc wasn't prepared to do, not again.
But they couldn't hide forever. This wasn't a city with millions of people where they could hide easily. This wasn't even a fricking village, and Steven had made friends and then those friends had met Marc and... yeah. So. Steven had asked and asked if they could talk to the doctor, and finally Marc had said he would do it (because it was for Steven, and Steven deserved all kinds of amazing things), but that meant that he had to actually talk and not pretend to be Steven and that meant he was anxious.
"Should I talk to Dr. Cuddy first, do you think? She's lovely, I like her a lot." Steven seemed louder than usual, but that was probably so he could be heard over the memories.
"No. No, that's okay. If you take over, you... uh, you don't know what to tell her."
"Okay. Well. You need to calm down. You feel like you're running a marathon or something like that."
"How do you know what it feels like to run a marathon? The most running you've done is for the bus."
"Oi, cheeky. I'm just saying, you're all... our heart rate is through the roof, you need to calm down."
"I'll work on that, will I?"
"You'd be as well to, mate. And actually go into medbay this time, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, and did as he was told. He walked into medbay as soon as he got there, and then stayed where he was. He was in reception, he didn't need to go exploring or anything like that. He'd just wait here for the doc. Yeah.