The Blacksmith

a small flame in a dark room

"What your child is experiencing is called a Dissociation Disorder. They blank stares you get is them feeling disconnected to their body and/or feelings." The doctor explains to the woman.

"Now it seems like they have a small case of depersonalization disorder and there shouldn't be any concern." He pushes up his glasses as he looks up from his clipped.

The woman glances at here child who is sitting with their knees pulled to their chest, a blank stare painted across their face.

She felt bad, knowing what caused this and not having the ability to do anything to help her child.

"From what you told me," the doctor brings the woman's attention back to him. "They won't have episodes very often but the chances are still there."

The doctor shuffles his papers and hands a couple to the woman. The woman looks down at what she was just handed.

"The papers tell you how to help with the episodes that won't cause any damage to them."

"Thank you," the woman says in a soft voice before standing up from her chair.

She gently takes hold of her child's hand, helping them to their feet.

"Of course." the doctor gives her a smile. "And here," he hands her a small soft stuffed animal, "texture sometimes helps bring a person back to their senses."

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"Here you go," a boy with brown hair wraps a soft blanket around a slightly younger teen's shoulders. "Nice and soft, yeah?"

The boy didn't expect a reply, he wasn't looking for one. The boy did look at the younger with a bit of concern, this was their longest episode yet and he was starting to get worried that they might just not come back.

But he did what he could to help. And if that meant sitting in silence with them for hours on end, he would do it without a doubt.

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A familiar patient, one that was usually here for burns now sat on a chair with a blanket over their lap.

The blonde haired boy glanced up every once and while to check on them before going back to his work.

He was used to having them sit in the infirmary, especially when the winter solstice was near, his boyfriend however wasn't.

"Why are they here again?" The pale boy asked.

"Leo doesn't think it's safe for them to be outside during one of their episodes," the blonde looks at the other.

The pale boy was about to say something else when soft sobs came from the person sitting on the chair.

The blonde got up and walked to them, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Hey there [name]," his voice is soft and gentle as he speaks, not wanting to scare them as he greeted the demigod.

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They were sandwiched in between two people, the two teens using their weight to help ground the teen in the middle.

The two softly chatted even they couldn't really see each other. One of the boys was behind [name], slumping against their back, while the other was laying on their chest, his arms wrapped around their waist.

The brothers would try and include the teen in the middle, trying to ease their dissociation even if it never worked.

(The really just wanted an excuse to see [name]—Leo doesn't allow people to see them during an episode and the brothers worry about their friend)

The brothers, even if they didn't know what they were doing, they became a sense of comfort to [name], one they cherish deeply.

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A/N:
Some of my information may be wrong, I did a quick google search so I apologize if there's any misinformation!

Double update since I'm going away for a few weeks!