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"No your not. And even if you are it's best to have Hank take a look at you. Better safe then sorry." guiding him over to a seat before looking around for Hank.

Hank glances up from tapping in data at one of the medical machines and his eyes widen then he is wwaving them towards a bed.

"What happenned?"

Guppy kicks his shoes off, sits on the bed and curls up into a little ball with his head on his knees.

I'm losing my mind. I don't know what's happening to me and I'm scared.

"I-I don't really know."

Amanda looks at Guppy and it hurts because she cares so much for him and wants nothing more then to make everything better. But that being outside of her control she will try to keep him healthy.

"He had a panic attack and passed out." she stated simply.

Hank nods and smiles faintly, his eyes concerned as ge grabs one of the portable scanners and runs it slowly over Guppy.

He spreads his attention, keeping an eye on Guppy even as he watches the results of the scan.

"Tell me how you are feeling Guppy..."

Guppy doesn't uncurl. He is shaking a little and still looks very pale and rather clammy.

"Faint. Dizzy. And cold."

Amanda goes and get a blanket and a glass of water. First wrapping the blanket around him then handing him the water.

Hank nods, his eyes slightly darker as he turns back to Guppy.

"Your heart is racing at 180bpm, but other than that and your thinness, which I already knew about, you seem physically okay. What triggerred it, Guppy?"

His voice is kind and calm as he prepares a hypospray with a slight stimulant and calmative at the same time in it.

Guppy uncurls a little to take the glass, but his hand is shaking so much he just spills it. He puts it down next to the bed and puts his head back between his knees to stop himself from fainting again.

"I was dreaming. I hadn't slept well last night because I was on call and couldn't take the sleeping tablets. So I must have dropped off in the bar. It was the same as this morning. I had a nightmare... woke up and..." His breathing is getting faster again. "And everything was covered in blood... I could see it... smell it... feel it." He gasps. "It's not normal! I don't understand what's happening to me."
Even at its already racing level, his heart rate starts to creep up again.

Amanda holds onto him trying to offer what comfort she can, "Guppy you're dealing with more then anyone should have to. More then most people I've ever met and you are dealing with it better then I would." she admits.

hank nods.

"Amanda is right. You have been under a lot of pressure. I am going to give you soemthing that should make you feel a little better, okay?"

He gently touches the hypospray to the side of Guppy's neck and presses it in, injecting the medicine which should take effect almost immediately.

He smiles just a little.

"Have you been getting any help, lately? To handle all this?"

"I've been working with Peter, but he has his own set of problems and I don't want to make things worse for him."

His shoulders begin to relax a little as the medication kicks in. He looks up, glad to see the room is in focus.

"Is there anyone else that can help?" looking at Hank for ideas. No idea who else could help, who Guppy would trust.

"There is another psychologist here, a Doctor Malcolm Crowe.. I think that is his name. I dont know him personally, but he comes with very good reccomendations. "

he looks at Guppy.

"If you want to leave a note for him, I am sure he would get back to you. Maybe he could help, if you dont feel you can trouble Peter."

"He's a psychiatrist. I've not met him but Abs has. I don't think he's in very often, but yes, it may be worth a try."

He watches his own pulse rate start to fall on the monitors.

"Hank, if Abs reports what he's seen to Harry, am I going to lose my job? Do you think I'm dangerous to my patients?"

Amanda can't imagine Guppy being a danger to anyone, "I would trust you with my life." she answers very honestly. He didn't drop the ball when her life was in danger.

"I dont think you are. Yopu might have to face some stiff questions, but as long as you try your best to be functional at work, then I think you will be fine. You just have to show that at work you dont bring the troubles in. You can do it, Guppy. I have faith in you."

Hank smiles at his friend.

Guppy nods.

"Thank you." he says quietly.

He puts his head back on his knees, trying to hide the tears.

"I'm so scared."

Hugging him a little tighter, "That's okay. There is nothing wrong with being scared. You aren't letting your fear paralyse you and that's the important part."

Hank nods and lays a hand on his shoulder.

"Amanda is right. Being scared is okay, Guppy. Adn you are not alone here. Your friends are with you, and we wont let you face the fear alone."

His voice is quiet and calm as he smiles at Guppy.

All this is having the desired effect. His pulse has dropped to about 110bpm. He blinks back the tears and looks up again.

"Thanks."

He is probably one of the strongest men she knows.

"Thank you Guppy."

Hank smiles and reaches out a hand to Amanda's shoulder too.

"You did good, Amanda, ebinging him here. Thnak you. You are a good friend. A very good one."

He looks down at Guppy as well and nods. Spending time with friends, even now, under these circumstances... maybe it will all be okay.