The screaming starts after Melinda finds Phil kneeling on the floor drawing little circles and lines. It's loud like a siren, piercing eyedrums and rattling through her bones. It's the sound of someone who is scared and in agony.
He's curled up into a ball by the time she makes it to his side. He's holding his ears blocking out an invisible sound. She's on her knees coaxing him into her arms. He's shaking vigourously.
"Make it stop," He cries out.
It's the drug.
It's taking it's effect....in a negative way.
"It's alright," She whispers, "calm down."
Slowly time passes as she runs her hand through his hair and rocks him back and forth. She whispers words of admiration and love, being his rock and his supoort.
Time passes and the shakes diminish. She feels his arms move at her sides as his head lifts to gaze at her.
"Thank you Melinda," He whispers.
She knows tomorrow the tide will turn for the worst. There will be questions if his symptoms would get worse, or this was just a minor side effect.
But for now she takes the quiet moment before the storm continues.
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in the eye of the storm, agents of s.h.i.e.l.d., coulson/may, pg-13
Date: 2014-05-14 08:40 pm (UTC)*
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The screaming starts after Melinda finds Phil kneeling on the floor drawing little circles and lines. It's loud like a siren, piercing eyedrums and rattling through her bones. It's the sound of someone who is scared and in agony.
He's curled up into a ball by the time she makes it to his side. He's holding his ears blocking out an invisible sound.
She's on her knees coaxing him into her arms. He's shaking vigourously.
"Make it stop," He cries out.
It's the drug.
It's taking it's effect....in a negative way.
"It's alright," She whispers, "calm down."
Slowly time passes as she runs her hand through his hair and rocks him back and forth. She whispers words of admiration and love, being his rock and his supoort.
Time passes and the shakes diminish. She feels his arms move at her sides as his head lifts to gaze at her.
"Thank you Melinda," He whispers.
She knows tomorrow the tide will turn for the worst. There will be questions if his symptoms would get worse, or this was just a minor side effect.
But for now she takes the quiet moment before the storm continues.