#anyway. bubblewrap solution for redirecting self-harming stimming real and true. slap that shit.

[quietwingsinthesky]

as usual, i am obligated to give you a dealer's choice. feel free to skip if you need a break or your headache is too bad <3 your health comes first

o7 don't worry about me. took a little longer this time around, but here we are, all prompts finished :3 and my present to myself with yours is to write h/c for the doctor having a meltdown.

Before the Doctor can even ask to get one from his TARDIS, Donna already has a weighted blanket to drape over him. He nods thanks; It'll be a minute before he can get his words back together. "Do you want some ice for your head?" He nods again. It aches from where he was hitting it a few minutes earlier, something that seemed like a fantastic idea to ground himself in the moment and he was now paying the price for. "And remind me to buy you some bubblewrap for next time it happens."

The Doctor tosses Donna a tired but curious look at she presses ice wrapped up in a towel against the side of his head. He wriggles a hand out from under the blanket to hold it there. She sits next to him, close but not touching.

"Rose has meltdowns. That's her blanket. When she was younger, she used to do the same thing when she was overwhelmed that you do, start hitting herself." Donna grimaces suddenly. "People used to ask if I was scared of her. Scared! Of my daughter! And I'd let them have it, believe me, because don't you think she's the one that's scared when she's-" Her voice ramps up. The Doctor leans into her, and she stops, taking a breath. "But the bubblewrap was an idea Shaun had. We gave her that to hit instead, and it helped. She says it's… something about feeling it pop and focusing on the impact of it." The Doctor tucks his chin on her shoulder and hums, agreeing. That could work. It's worth a try.

He wonders, vaguely, if the other Doctor already has rolls of bubblewrap on his TARDIS to pop when he's out of it. If this is all part of the process.

"Good?" Donna asks, and she hovers her arm around his shoulders. He nods. The weight of it is as grounding as the blanket.