![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
[Closed]
WHO: Yuuri & Viktor
WHERE: Residence Floor
WHEN: Feb. 21
WHAT: Some unpleasant facts are starting to sink in
WARNINGS:Panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of violence
Tension runs through him, has been running through him, since the first body was found a week ago. Though he's led a fairly sheltered life until the anomaly found him, Yuuri isn't exactly a stranger to bad news when reports occasionally filter in through the television, and when so much of media features violence in some shape or form. After Oros, though, something in him had filled with dread, and he'd done what he does best whenever the stress begins to build: withdraw into himself bit by bit. A part of him had known this was all real, even if he'd managed to disengage himself from the situation emotionally. The loss of fellow shipmates, the distress on the faces of those who found them--those were all real. It was simply easier to ignore it all and keep his calm when it was just words.
It isn't so easy to pretend when the evidence is right in front of him, Yuuri realizes all too belatedly. There's a hand being shown vividly on his communicator's screen. It's detached from the rest of the body it belongs to and there's blood on the stump. Fumbling in his urgency, Yuuri only just manages to turn off the device, cutting Jason's voice off, before the nausea and panic hits him hard all at once. Unlike with the announcements that had come before, Yuuri can't even attempt to think himself out of it this time. He barely makes it to the bathroom in time. Even when he's already emptied whatever had been left in his stomach, Yuuri's left dry heaving over the toilet for some time. It takes even longer for him to regain enough sense to shakily clean up after himself and splash some water on his face.
After that, sitting down on the floor with his legs folded up against his chest is the only thing he can mange to do. As he sits there, shivering and miserable, Yuuri loses track of the time.
WHERE: Residence Floor
WHEN: Feb. 21
WHAT: Some unpleasant facts are starting to sink in
WARNINGS:Panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of violence
Tension runs through him, has been running through him, since the first body was found a week ago. Though he's led a fairly sheltered life until the anomaly found him, Yuuri isn't exactly a stranger to bad news when reports occasionally filter in through the television, and when so much of media features violence in some shape or form. After Oros, though, something in him had filled with dread, and he'd done what he does best whenever the stress begins to build: withdraw into himself bit by bit. A part of him had known this was all real, even if he'd managed to disengage himself from the situation emotionally. The loss of fellow shipmates, the distress on the faces of those who found them--those were all real. It was simply easier to ignore it all and keep his calm when it was just words.
It isn't so easy to pretend when the evidence is right in front of him, Yuuri realizes all too belatedly. There's a hand being shown vividly on his communicator's screen. It's detached from the rest of the body it belongs to and there's blood on the stump. Fumbling in his urgency, Yuuri only just manages to turn off the device, cutting Jason's voice off, before the nausea and panic hits him hard all at once. Unlike with the announcements that had come before, Yuuri can't even attempt to think himself out of it this time. He barely makes it to the bathroom in time. Even when he's already emptied whatever had been left in his stomach, Yuuri's left dry heaving over the toilet for some time. It takes even longer for him to regain enough sense to shakily clean up after himself and splash some water on his face.
After that, sitting down on the floor with his legs folded up against his chest is the only thing he can mange to do. As he sits there, shivering and miserable, Yuuri loses track of the time.