TW: suicidal ideation, depression

[renegadedriving]

Who: Jane Shepard and Campbell Saunders

What: Suicide Intervention. Trigger warning, obviously.

When: April 15, 2013

Where: Cam's Room

[Shepard doesn't watch the feeds all day, but she usually assigns Monodramon to do so when she can't have at least have it on in the room. She's in the shower when Cam has his conversation with Henry, but Monodramon is curled up with her D-Terminal on her bed. He knows what to watch for- people in pain, references to injuries, anyone who sounds really nervous.]

[Cam hits all three, and Monodramon pounds on the bathroom door, heart beating fast. Something is very wrong, and he remembers something Shepard told him a few days ago: if humans die, they almost always stay dead.]

[Shepard opens the door with a grumpy look on her face, wet hair, and a towel wrapped around her.]

What do you want, Cade--

They're talkin' about killing somebody!

[Shepard's face twists into something stone-serious and she grabs for the D-Terminal, not caring about her damp fingers. She flicks on the replay and watches, before silently handing the D-Terminal back to her digimon. Her tone is steady.]

I'll be out in 2 minutes.

[She doesn't dry her hair, and the clothes she throws on are technically her pajamas, a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. She's down the hall before the mirror in the bathroom has even become useable after all the steam. She remembers the room locations, drilled them into her brain on the first day as soon as she learned that there were kids staying in all of those rooms, and she doesn't bother knocking on the front door to the apartment. She only knocks on Cam's door as she's opening it, trying not to be too surprising.]

[She doesn't hesitate to walk across the room and sit on the edge of his bed. Her voice is steady but gentle.]

. . . Hey Cam.

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[headup_stickontheice]

[When people started talking to him, telling him to stop, be it the loud, shouting one (who reminds him of Dalls, at least a bit) or the gruff man, or the stuttering girl, he'd tried to reply to them, somehow, he'd tried to say, I want to, please, or something along those lines, but from the moment he'd heard it, Anyone want to die? his mind just jumped back to the Greenhouse, and to the locker room, and to the skate.

Before he even started talking to the guy on the D-Terminals, he was a pale mess, walking on a frayed tightrope. Now, the D-Terminal just sits in front of him, and he thinks people are still trying to talk to him. He can't respond, he just huddles up and holds Hoot to his chest, tight as he can.

Stupid, stupid. He should've figured out how to make it private, he should've done so many things, now he's crying, and maybe people can still hear him, maybe the feed's open, so he shoves it off the bed with his foot. It's probably not on now.

Just barely, he registers his name, and from a familiar voice. He shakes and keeps his head down, his eyes shut. It's like he can hear his heart in his ears, like all the other times, and it's like his throat's closed and dry.

(It probably is.)]