#// Kumo is 35 - Cid is 27

[symphonicsoul]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ There's a bit of a chuckle at the comment of 'you sound like my doctor' which leads the engineer to smile as he tilts his head to the side, continuing to listen.

"Well I am a doctor, so I would hope so." He chuckles.

Ling says he had a really bad trip and he doesn't want to make assumptions but he's going to assume it has something to do with Amestris considering all Kain has told him and his unwillingness to ever return there again. He can't exactly blame the boy no matter what happened. Even if it wasn't Amestris that he had a "bad trip" to, Wonderland wasn't going to make that any better.

He waits as Ling takes his time to breathe and find his composure even if it doesn't seem like he's found it entirely. In truth though, he doesn't know if anyone who lives in this place truly has - well anyone except for people like him.

Ling has a new question, wondering if he'll be forced to speak even if he doesn't want to and it has the engineer sighing slightly.

"Well no. That would be a bit counter-intuitive, if I were to force you to speak about anything. I do need to check you over though. Just a quick check to make sure you didn't hit your head or get too hurt when you landed in Wonderland. This place is a bit complicated so we'll try to make it better in any way we can. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I would like it if you did. "

He's sighing a little moving from his knees to let himself settle and sit down on the floor fully.

"All of us here have demons and problems. The way most people end up here isn't something any of us want to think about. It's rough and some of us can't even remember how we got here. Kumo, for example, has plenty of things that have happened to him in his time here that he doesn't talk to me about, or anyone really and while I am willing to listen to anything he has to say - he will tell me when he's ready. Same thing goes for you Ling. You are welcome to speak to me about anything, any time you decide.

However, I do need to make sure there is nothing life threatening going on."

He's pausing as his lips stretch out into an awkward smile.

"For a human I mean. I have a few human patients so I can imagine things still might differ from person to person like it does for the Mistericans. If you don't feel comfortable speaking, that's okay. There's a couple others here, from your world - Kain and Edward - and I can imagine you'll be a bit more comfortable speaking to them and that's perfectly alright with me. Just - Kumo said you fell - so I just want to make sure you didn't hit your head or anything like that. Is that okay?"

He can't help but scoff a little when Cid mentions being healthy. He wouldn't consider himself healthy. Not completely. Not with his blood sugar issues that leads to hunger issues and collapsing. Being half paralyzed or more when he wakes up if he didn't eat enough the previous day.

He's grateful the doctor isn't using that disgustingly sweet tone adults, strangers, use when they catch him in the middle of an attack. He isn't telling him "it'll be okay, sweetie" and "it'll be over soon", something he's grateful for.

He does what Cid says and he pauses to try and get his breathing under control. By the time he settles his breathing and his body isn't shaking as hard anymore, however long that takes, he's slumped against the chair with a tired sigh.

"You sound a little bit like my doctor back at home," he finally says. That's putting him on edge a bit. "After I got back from a...really bad trip. He also told me it's normal to feel what I was feeling back then."

That was after his doctor triggered a panic attack by forcing him to talk about Amestris. After he finally accepted how he was really feeling and getting hit with everything all at once. Of course that situation and this are different. Back then it was for issues he didn't understand. This is for...being dropped in a strange world. It feels drastically different and that he shouldn't be freaking out like this.

Ling hesitates for a moment before looking up at Cid. "...Are you going to force me to talk if I don't want to?"

He doesn't even know where to start anyway. Any questions he wants to ask he knows the answers to, like how there's no way out. At least not yet. Or why he was brought here. He doubts anyone has an answer for that one. It's all so confusing.