[Angst Meme] The second the doctor entered the room and saw his twin brother falling to the ground, he immediately rushed to his side; clutching at his shoulders, eyes blown wide with pure concern. "Goddamnit, are you okay? What's wrong?" He knew it had to be the head. But the reasons for such a breakdown could vary between so many reasons, there was no way for him to treat it immediately. "C'mon, talk to me...!"
They'd been back from the away mission for a few days. Just enough time for John to have been debriefed, gone through Medical and be just about ready to go back on his normal rotation.
Perfect timing for an episode.
He'd been cleared for duty, but John had had to deal with the trauma of being captured by the Talosians and forced to deal with every. single. failure he'd ever lived through. Over and over. They'd broken a few of their prisoners, with this method. And all of it silent. All of it within the head of the individual.
He'd kept it all down, kept it to himself, but the toll and the guilt that had been dredged up had been enough to finally make the Marine break.
Dimly, he was aware of another person touching him. Yelping as though he'd been burnt, John wrenched himself away. "Everything I touch is shit.." he whimpered, curling in a fetal position on the floor. "Dead.. they're all dead.. because of me..." he couldn't make the memories stop.
