Ingrid nodded, smiling and extending her hand out to shake his. "It was nice to meet you too. I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked, looking at him gently.
Holepunch nodded softly, "yea see you tomorrow, I'll be around, it's not like I can go anywhere right," he joked softly. He moved slightly trying to get more comfortable.
Ingrid laughed lightly, standing and brushing off her pants before heading back inside. She grabbed her lunch from the doctor's kitchen and heads to a meeting, eating quietly as she listened to the head of the center go over plans for the next month.
@ Another.Chance Holepunch remained outside watching the other patients. He kept to himself, and after about an hour he got up and headed to his room. He kept trying to run things over in his mind.
@ A Drop On the Window Ingrid sat through the meeting, occasionally asking a question or raising a concern, but remained mostly silent. She returned to her office once the meeting was done, going over her notes for the day.
Holepunch had stripped his shirt off and retired to his room, attempting to relax. Suddenly he started having a panic attack, and began freaking out at around six in the evening. He was making a lot of noise, wailing in agony and scratching at his chest, which was covered in deep quite pronounced scarring.
Ingrid was leaving around that time, but when a nurse told her what was happening she hurried to his room, knocking lightly on the door before slowly opening it and moving inside. She frowned worriedly when she saw the scars, setting her bag down by the door as she moved a bit closer to him. "Holepunch... Holepunch it's me Ingrid. I need you to calm down." She spoke softly, voice filled with concern as she watched him.
Ingrid sent the nurses away, knowing that they wouldn't be able to help. She pulled off her jacket and set it down with her things, watching him carefully as she hesitantly took a few steps closer to him. "I can try to help you get through it, but I can't make it stop." She murmured softly, voice calm.
Holepunch stepped away from her a bit, scratching at his skin violently, drawing blood. He was panicking, and confused. "Why can't you make it stop?" he pleaded
Ingrid frowned, holding up her hands to show him that she meant no harm. "Holepunch, whatever you're seeing or feeling is in your head.. I can try to talk you out of it, but you have to help too." She took a slow step forward, reaching her hand out to lightly take on of his, trying to get him to stop scratching.
Ingrid squeezed his hands lightly, pulling them away from his chest so he couldn't keep scratching. "Just focus on me, ok? Now, what's going on? Why are you so scared?" She asked softly, doing her best to stay calm.
Ingrid nodded slowly, standing in front of him as she held on to his hands. "You don't have to be afraid of anything here, Holepunch.. You're safe." She promised, offering a small smile.
Ingrid shook her head a little, squeezing his hands reassuringly. "No, you didn't. The nurses are used to dealing with patients like you, and you are by far not the worst one here." She smiled at him, but frowned as she looked him over, seeing the scratches that he had given himself in his state of panic. "The nurses will want to treat those scratches.. Do you want me to go get someone?"
Ingrid nodded, leaving the room for a few minutes before returning with a first aid kit. She pulled a chair over next to the bed, sitting down in front of him as she pulled on some gloves. "It might sting a little, ok?" She smiled at him reassuringly, taking a disinfectant wipe out to carefully clean up the wounds.
Holepunch nodded lightly, and prepared himself for her to clean. He almost didn't notice the pain at all, his body having become acclimated to pain. He watched her carefully, following her hands.