[Closed-ish] and here's the flipside

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max Rockatansky (still 22... for a bit...) and you.
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit, Starstruck, etc.
When: the days before the 8th. Follow-up to his first post. It may also involve threads after Max reverts back, to keep things all together.

Max slowly reverts back to his old ways -- and it's terrifying.

Warnings for mental illness, PTSD, and the situations that may arise from them! There will be top comments for different people inside; if you're interested in tagging into this with Max as he reverts back to older!Max, hit me up via PP on plurk or PM, and we can flesh something out!)

Comments

[dancingmd]

[WIth a sympathetic sigh, Beverly pulls up another chair to sit next to Max.]

There are some medications and therapy that might help, if you're willing to try them but I can't promise anything. All my experience with treating PTSD before has been In conjunction with a psychologist and we don't have any here.

[theroadcop]

[He scoffs humorlessly.]

Sounds pretty hopeless. Not much of a wound to treat.

Will I be dangerous?

[dancingmd]

No, Max, no. [Beverly shakes her head emphatically.] Never hopeless. I would do - and have done - anything in my power to help you. None of this is meant as discouragement, but I'm simply not going to sugarcoat the situation either. That'd be unfair to you.

[theroadcop]

[He breathes out softly, stare downcast.]

I... uh. I need - some time. To think about this.

[This is a hell of a thing to process, doc.]

[dancingmd]

Of course. Take as much time as you need.