Flipping Between (FlippyXFlaky)

Diagnosis

"So, how are you feeling?" The stranger asked. They were a light blue anteater with light purple paw padding and azure eyes. They were wearing a pastel blue shirt with pens in his chest pocket, and thick glasses, held together with duct tape holding the two sides together. He had a long snout, like all anteaters.
"F- fine..." Flippy mumbled, his face sinking into his hood in an attempt to hide a bit.

"Great. My name's Sniffles. I'm gonna try to help you and your friends understand what's going on a bit more. I simply need to ask a few questions to diagnose you, ok?" The anteater asked, Flippy nodding slightly.

Flippy glanced back at his unconscious friend, Flaky. As much as he hated this, he needed to do it... for her. His golden eyes turned back Sniffles with a determined look, signalling he was ready to start.
"Ok, so, tell me what you know so far, and we'll go from there," Sniffles requested, Flippy looking to his friends anxiously.

"O- ok..." the bear replied, remaining mostly silent, "a- although, I... I don't know a lot..."

"That's fine. Just whatever you do know," Sniffles smiled kindly, remaining patient with the quiet bear. However, the bear didn't continue, just glancing at his friends, probably for them to answer for him.
"Petunia, Toothy, do you mind going into the other room, please?" Sniffles requested, much to Flippy's dismay. He immediately looked to his friends with desperation, silently begging them not to. Unfortunately, they did, leaving Flippy with someone he didn't know.
"It's ok, Flippy. I just wanna help. Take your time," Sniffles assured, picking up on Flippy's distress.

"I- I... I used to b- be a soldier..." Flippy whimpered, more as a threat than an explanation; the way Sniffles took it.

"I see," Sniffles nodded, writing that down, "keep going." Flippy didn't know how to continue, just looking back to Flaky, who still lay there. Then, he turned back to Sniffles, who was still awaiting a response.
"Will she be ok?" He asked, trying to avoid discussing his... problem.

"How about we start with that. What happened earlier today? Why were you in the forest?" Sniffles questioned, Flippy wincing, realising he wasn't gonna avoid the subject. He sighed before replying.

"I... I was looking for answers myself..." Flippy sighed, turning away.

"Answers to?"

"What happened with Lumpy. I thought if I went back, maybe something would jog my memory. Nothing did. In the end, it was a waste of time..." 

"I see. What happened with Lumpy?"

"We, uh... we were working on a car. I'd offered to help out while the others were just playing about deeper in the forest. Lumpy got in the car to test it out, then... Nothing. Just a blur..."

"I see... so what's the next thing you remember from then?"

"Uhh... hm... I- I woke up with a scrape on my cheek. My head hurt. I looked around, seeing I'd apparently moved at some point. Then, I realised I couldn't see Lumpy anywhere. Putting that with my lack of memory, and aching head, I assumed we'd been attacked... I- I... I really didn't know..." Flippy's eyes had begun watering, his voice cracking as he cried. Sniffles placed a hand on his leg comfortingly, giving him a smile to tell him he'd been doing well.
"Hey, hey. Take your time. I'm not blaming you. Remember, I'm here to help, not to judge. Just, take a breather," Sniffles cooed, keeping his voice calm and steady, seeing Flippy relax slightly.

"I- I was c- counting..." Flippy stammered, Sniffles nodding and taking more notes.
"I- I was n- nearly to ten, t- then... s- something happened... i- I h- heard... g- g- g...."

"Yes?"

"G- gunf- f- fire..."

"Gunfire?"

"Mmhm... i- I think.... I dunno... t- the pi- pieces are m- messed up. I- it's hard to d- distinguish p- past from present..."

"I see. I think I have enough information. Thank you," Sniffles smiled, before turning to the door, "Guys! You can come back in!"

Petunia and Toothy re-entered the room, immediately sitting down, full attention on Sniffles. They watched Flippy shuffle a bit, moving closer to Flaky, looking over her.
"So, what do you think?" Toothy asked, watching Flippy with concern, sensing the melancholy he felt.

"So, from the bits Flippy could tell me, seeing as he appears to not remember much from his episodes, I would say PTSD. His memories from his days of being a soldier have, possibly, been subconsciously cut off, as a way for his mind to protect himself. However, certain environments or sensations trigger a flashback, and make him violent and delusional. In this state, he probably attacks you because be thinks your enemy soldiers, and trying to hurt him, seeing as he thinks he's still in the war," Sniffles explained, the other two horrified to think Flippy would have to go through that every time.

"Fli-" Toothy started, before stopping. Flippy was stiff, ears up fully as he listened to the conversation. Tears rolled down his cheeks, leaking from his distant eyes.