BETTER LOCK ME UP && trauma [TW]

[madster]

suicide.

malphas hated that word. every time he did something wrong, used the wrong herb, applied the wrong poultice, said the wrong thing... the word came to his head. death was a cheap escape from this world, a permanent solution to a temporarily problem, but he couldn't help but plan out how to do it every time something went wrong. what a medic he was, huh? he was supposed to help people with their trauma, and here he was, suffering himself. still, his views on suicide were largely due to his own feelings. nobody else seemed to express the same desire he did.

except for delilah. malphas had poked fun at her once or twice, but deep down, he didn't really harbor any malice for her. sure, she was a little naive, but who wasn't? he heard arrow and morgan comforting someone and walked over, his deep red eyes furrowed in anticipation. he put all the pieces together- she had tried to drown herself and morgan rescued her. morgan was pretty much this clan's savior, to be honest.

he began speaking to her. "hey, also, fun fact. drowning is like the worst way to go out. do you really want to die struggling? your last moments filled with unbearable pain? i don't even want that, and neither should you," the medic snorted, not being one for niceties unlike his clanmates. still, he felt a debt to this girl, sharing the same thoughts with her and also since he was the medic. "uh... if you're thinking you've got depression- do you feel sad a lot? i can probably score you some antidepressants from my hookups." malphas paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

"it gets better." he told her- short and sweet to the point. it was true, at least for him. a week ago, he was laying in the middle of camp, dying. now, he was a medic, and slowly working through his problems. it got better.