(12/14) - You got that kind of medicine ...?
Dec 15, 2012 20:07:54 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Nik Kenjutsushi on Dec 15, 2012 20:07:54 GMT -5
Nakia refrained from quoting the familiar adage about clouds and silver linings, knowing that it likely wouldn't help. Instead, she just listened as she dropped the last of the tissues into the wastebasket, knowing where the boy was coming from. The world always seemed so dark when there was no one to help you, or when an illusion that you'd built to make yourself happier vanished like so much smoke.
As she stood, however, the blanket came over his head and she heard the soft sound of a child weeping. Her heart pained to hold him, but she could not, just like she could not hold their oldest daughter; she would take away more physical pain than emotional hurt, and that would not help either of them. Instead, she placed one chilly hand on his covered wrist with the most empathy she could muster. "I'm glad you know his reasons," she stated gently, her maternal tone holding knowledge of what he felt. "But you must know he doesn't hate you for your feelings. I'm sure somewhere in that mess of feelings, he's flattered in a way, even though he can't return your affection the way you wanted. He knows what it's like to want something you know you can't have, as do I, and what it's like to fall after reaching too far and being denied. You are not awful, nor are you pathetic; you're scared, and lonely, and needing someone to care. There is no shame in that, and both of us will help you if you only let us."
His long pause after her words about his friends made Nik smile slightly, and the albino let him linger on those without comment until he spoke again. The thoughts of his dreams made her think abruptly of Vincent's night terrors - the memories in dreamspace that would periodically wake him sharply from his sleep, seeking an enemy that wasn't there. Those dreams always meant something, and often it was psychological trauma. That seemed to be the case here, as well.
"Perhaps it is your subconscious mind trying to make you remember a detail that can change your perception," she offered. "Our minds want to heal when we're in pain. Even if it causes pain to make us see it. There must be something you locked away in your grief that will help you help yourself. After that, caring for yourself and learning to care for others will come much easier. Just remember that the people you rely on are helping you because they want to, not because you're making them."
As she stood, however, the blanket came over his head and she heard the soft sound of a child weeping. Her heart pained to hold him, but she could not, just like she could not hold their oldest daughter; she would take away more physical pain than emotional hurt, and that would not help either of them. Instead, she placed one chilly hand on his covered wrist with the most empathy she could muster. "I'm glad you know his reasons," she stated gently, her maternal tone holding knowledge of what he felt. "But you must know he doesn't hate you for your feelings. I'm sure somewhere in that mess of feelings, he's flattered in a way, even though he can't return your affection the way you wanted. He knows what it's like to want something you know you can't have, as do I, and what it's like to fall after reaching too far and being denied. You are not awful, nor are you pathetic; you're scared, and lonely, and needing someone to care. There is no shame in that, and both of us will help you if you only let us."
His long pause after her words about his friends made Nik smile slightly, and the albino let him linger on those without comment until he spoke again. The thoughts of his dreams made her think abruptly of Vincent's night terrors - the memories in dreamspace that would periodically wake him sharply from his sleep, seeking an enemy that wasn't there. Those dreams always meant something, and often it was psychological trauma. That seemed to be the case here, as well.
"Perhaps it is your subconscious mind trying to make you remember a detail that can change your perception," she offered. "Our minds want to heal when we're in pain. Even if it causes pain to make us see it. There must be something you locked away in your grief that will help you help yourself. After that, caring for yourself and learning to care for others will come much easier. Just remember that the people you rely on are helping you because they want to, not because you're making them."