Stephen's brow quirks just slightly as Fitz plows through what he has to say. when he's finished there's the ever-present urge to be sarcastic, but this is clearly not an easy trip for the guy, so instead: ]
I haven't got anywhere better to be.
[ advice was what was asked for, and here he is. whatever exactly the nature of it's going to be, since Fitz has found it worth a healthy preamble, he's not sure. but it can't hurt to hear him out. ]
[ a sigh of relief, features loosening a fraction. they're not close, he and strange, but that's what makes him the right choice for a consultation. that and the niche intersection of expertises.
his delivery is even and rapid. stephen can keep up. ]
Severe hypoxia caused by a combination of oxygen deprivation, the bends, and drowning in 2014. Nine-day coma. Six months of severe symptoms. Loss of motor skills, difficulties with speech, short-term memory loss, hallucinations.
[ a beat, to breathe. ]
Six months of lessened symptoms. No hallucinations throughout the majority of 2015 and 2016. [ too good to be true, so it doesn't last. he tips his head in a "what can you do" gesture. ] Enter the end of 2016, a classified project goes wrong. Myself and several other agents are trapped in a simulation and experience an entire second life, as real as this one. All agents are awakened by a rescue team and willingly leave, [ a pointed look. ] except myself. The shock of the forced exit has the potential to fry the brain. [ he half-shrugs. ] It would appear that didn't occur — but now I have two sets of memories in my head. Often contradictory ones, at that. Six months of minor hallucinations follow, escalating this past week.
Splitting, prodromal schizophrenia. [ any! fucking! ideas! despite the edge of exhaustion in his slouched posture, he maintains an air of indefatigability. this is just another problem in the queue. it has to be. ] Give me any direction to pursue before this escalates.
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Stephen's brow quirks just slightly as Fitz plows through what he has to say. when he's finished there's the ever-present urge to be sarcastic, but this is clearly not an easy trip for the guy, so instead: ]
I haven't got anywhere better to be.
[ advice was what was asked for, and here he is. whatever exactly the nature of it's going to be, since Fitz has found it worth a healthy preamble, he's not sure. but it can't hurt to hear him out. ]
Carry on.
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his delivery is even and rapid. stephen can keep up. ]
Severe hypoxia caused by a combination of oxygen deprivation, the bends, and drowning in 2014. Nine-day coma. Six months of severe symptoms. Loss of motor skills, difficulties with speech, short-term memory loss, hallucinations.
[ a beat, to breathe. ]
Six months of lessened symptoms. No hallucinations throughout the majority of 2015 and 2016. [ too good to be true, so it doesn't last. he tips his head in a "what can you do" gesture. ] Enter the end of 2016, a classified project goes wrong. Myself and several other agents are trapped in a simulation and experience an entire second life, as real as this one. All agents are awakened by a rescue team and willingly leave, [ a pointed look. ] except myself. The shock of the forced exit has the potential to fry the brain. [ he half-shrugs. ] It would appear that didn't occur — but now I have two sets of memories in my head. Often contradictory ones, at that. Six months of minor hallucinations follow, escalating this past week.
Splitting, prodromal schizophrenia. [ any! fucking! ideas! despite the edge of exhaustion in his slouched posture, he maintains an air of indefatigability. this is just another problem in the queue. it has to be. ] Give me any direction to pursue before this escalates.