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Whist awake, he had remembered very little. When asleep, there are fragments, gradually placing themselves into order in his mind.
Hands grasping around his neck, holding him still so the others can get a good few kicks in.
He struggles, moving away from the image, which flickers like an old film.
"What are you looking at? Right." Lee comes back and smirks, pulling back his foot.
As Guppy's heart rate reaches 160bpm his struggles cause him to fall out of bed. Thinking the impact with the floor is a kick, he curls up into a little ball against the bed, protecting his body with his arms.

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Hank is there mere moments later, His hands reaching out and gently lifting Guppy, placing him back on his bed as he speaks.

"Guppy! Wake up, Doctor Sandhu. You are having a nightmare."

He gets the manm in bed and covered again.

"Dr What? Sandhu? Sounds like a curry."

Guppy struggles initially, although he is too weak to do Hank any damage.

"Please stop! Please!"

When he is in the bed his eyes open and he looks up at Hank.

"Get safe. It is me they want."

hank stares down at Guppy and shakles his head, his eyes serious.

"Wake up, Guppy. You were having a nightmare. You are safe at Milliways, in the Infirmary. Wake up and come back to us here."

His voice is quiet and calm but easily cuts through all other noise around.

It takes a good ten seconds for him to snap out of it, in which he looks around the room frantically trying to reorientate himself. His brain declares a false alarm, his parasympathetic nervous system kicks in and his heart rate starts to fall again. His eyes, frightened now for a completely different reason, look up at Hank.

"Just breathe for a few minutes, relax yourself and let yourself breathe."

Hank does his best to make his voice quite natural and sympathetic, and reassuring. His eyes go from the monitors to Guppy's arms and legs, checking for new injuries and bruising.

"It'll be okay, my friend. Deep dreams after a trauma often intrude into the first waking moments."

Guppy concentrates on his breathing, trying to change it from the rapid, shallow breaths to deeper, slower ones. He puts his hand to his chest.

"Hurts. Hard to breathe."

Hank nods.

"I can help with that, if you want me too. A small dose should cause no harm."

He holds up a hypospray, ready to deliver the fast acting stuff.

"Will it show up? I have... to go back..." He sits up and leans forward. "tomorrow, or I'll be... missed."

"No, it wont. This particular thing is fast acting and fast passing. Your luck to come here to somewhere where there are fast metabolism drugs, things that arent normal and dont register on any normal drug scans."

He cocks his head at Guppy.

"And if you want, I can put minor wrist and leg straps, ones that you could undo with your hands, on you when you sleep, so you can fall out of bed like that."

Guppy nods.

"Yes please. On both counts."

Hank applies the hypospray, watching as it hisses home and the monitors strack the effects of it.

Then he walks around Guppy, securing his hands and ankles with simple wrap bonds, which are strong enough to hold against the worst convulsions, but can be released by Guppy's own hand fairly quickly.

"There, that ouight to see you through."

He settles back for a few moments, watching Guppy and the monitors, and waiting for a sign of improvement.

Guppy's breathing calms down and returns to normal. He glances down at the wrap bonds, not really liking them at all, but knowing the other option is falling out of bed again. He lies back against the bed.

"Hank? Am I going to be able to get home tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely. At this point, you are in pain and you will be for several days, but what you need is rest. Eat well, every day, and dont overstrain yourself, and you will slowly regain your strength. You can do this, Guppy. You are a stronger man than you know, just... be willing to go slow, okay?"

Hank has a gentle smile on his face and a nods to Guppy.

Guppy nods, although he still doubts his strength.

"I can't imagine Harry will allow me to work anyway."

Hank nods, privately thinking the man should take an entire week to rest, but he rememebrs the feeling of helplessness and of wanting to be good enough, worthy enoguh, so he holds his peace.

"If he doesnt, you can either stay there at home, or come here and check yourself back in. I will clean the bed after you leave but keep it ready just in case you want to use it again. "

He smiles a little.

"You will be in pain especially in your muscles for quite a few days but with the drugs I gave you, the swelling will already be goin down a little. Just trake it easy my friend, as much as you can, and you will get through this."

Guppy nods.

"Thanks Hank, for everything. I am in your debt for your help, and will not forget your kindness. I will see how tomorrow goes before I decide whether or not I need to check in for observation."

He glances down at some of the bruises on his arms.

"I'm hoping to catch Barry before I go tomorrow. He said he'd help me with a statement."

[ooc: Mun is going to bed now because the wrists have definitely had enough. Slowtime ok?]

"I am a doctor Guppy. And, I am your friend. Both reasons I would do this whenever and however you needed it."

He nods.

"Good idea. Getting whatever images down that you can is always good."

(ooc: slowtime is fine)

Guppy hesitates for a second, almost mentally replaying what he saw to find the fragment that had caught his attention.

"I'm not sure if the nightmare is an exact recollection, but if it was..."

He looks up at Hank. "Would you say that the leader of the gang shouting 'What are you looking at' would imply there was a witness?"

"Yes, I would agree to that."

"Then there is hope yet. Providing that was a true recollection, and not just part of the dream. But I think it must be, because otherwise it doesn't make any sense."

"Then perhaqps there will be someone else who's thoguhts and mempries will back yours up, and that is a good thing indeed."

Hank nods.

"That could mean a lot."

"I really hope so. A lot of my memories are all over the place. I don't remember anything clearly after being headbutted, just fragments until I saw Barry and Naraht."

Hank nods, understanding.

"I know you will do your best, noone will ask anythin else of you. I hope that things go well for you my friend."

He smiles.

Guppy nods.

"Thanks. I think I'll try and get some rest now. Tomorrow's going to be tough."

Hank nods and smiles.

"I will see you around then. Be well my friend."

And he retreats to the Infirmary office.

(ooc: and tagwrapness!)

(millitimed to after thread with Hank)

Walking into the infirmary Amanda approaches Guppy's bed. A wave of terror sweeps over her as she see's Guppy strapped to the bed. She stands rigid for sometime before taking a few tentative steps towards him, "Guppy" her voice is small.

He opens his eyes and flicks off the straps. When he sees her expression, he sighs and looks away.

"Hey"

A bit of relif settles over her but he is still a little on edge, she doesn't however show any sign of it. "Hello. Are you doing any better today?" as she closes the rest of the gap between her and his bed.

"I haven't gone mad if that's what you're thinking. I fell out of bed, that's all."

He's more unhappy than edgy at the moment.

"Thats good. Are you feeling up to a visit in the Bar?" she asks as she pours him a glass of water.

Guppy hesitates.

"How busy is it?"

"No more busy then an average day." she smiles, "I think Scampi would really like to see you." she encourages. Handing him the glass of water.

Guppy nods.

"Okay, but not for too long. I have to be fit enough to get home tomorrow."

Smiling widely and nodding, "Alright." she starts to try and help him up.

He gets up fairly steadily and follows her to where Abs and Scampi were waiting.

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