Ted's already started hyperventilating by the time they sit him down. He can hear Turner, but it's fuzzy and distant, like someone filled his head with cotton balls, pierced by a high-pitched whine.
He's clenching his fists, struggling to breathe, feeling like an elephant is sitting on his chest. He's also crying, but he doesn't even really realize that.
He looks up when Sherlock appears, though it takes him a moment to focus and realize it's him. "I can't breathe," he struggles out, voice strained and weak.
A panic attack probably qualifies as mental compromise.
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Date: 2021-07-11 10:42 pm (UTC)He's clenching his fists, struggling to breathe, feeling like an elephant is sitting on his chest. He's also crying, but he doesn't even really realize that.
He looks up when Sherlock appears, though it takes him a moment to focus and realize it's him. "I can't breathe," he struggles out, voice strained and weak.
A panic attack probably qualifies as mental compromise.