"Harmless" Adventures with the Bad Batch

PTSD Attacks

A/N : AHHHH I WAS SUPPOSED TO GET THIS OUT YESTERDAY!!!  My brother got me grounded (I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING) so I couldn't finish this until now!  

Okay, so normally I would go into more detail about Abby's nightmares and memories but I would have to take a while longer to finish this so I just decided to go with what I have.  Anyways, this chapter is a bit like my previous chapter, 'Nightmares' but this time, it's each if the Bad Batch members helping Abby though PTSD attacks.  I have been wanting do this for a while but I didn't really knew how to put it into a chapter.  But thanks to Marvelgirl1003 for helping me get the plot idea straight!  Also, these take place over a longer span of time, not back to back.  So, I have delayed you for long enough, enjoy the chapter!

TW: panic attacks I guess?  

Edited

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Pain.

Ray shield.

Dooku.

Ventress.

Trapped.

Torture.

Evil laughter.

The electricity.

No way out.

Death.

Abby jerked awake and tears immediately poured down her face. She tried to reassure herself that it was just a dream, but she knew that it wasn't true. Those memories were real. The never ending relapse of memories from her encounter with Count Dooku were still branded into her mind, replaying hyper-realistically. The pain that was nightmarishly projected back to her in her dreams was real. It was all real. There was no escape from it.

Abby tried to muffle her tears with her hands so she didn't wake anyone, but it didn't work; she just continued to panic and sob. She bit down on her knuckles anxiously, leaving a couple tooth marks, trying to relieve the PTSD attack. She had dealt with them ever since the encounter with Count Dooku a few weeks before. Having Koa as a therapy dog had helped, but the problem was much more complex and required a more long-lived answer.

Abby knew that there was no way that she could get through the PTSD attack without someone's help so she regretfully and shakily slid out of her bed and into the hall.  She briefly debated on which of the Bad Batch she should go to, before settling on the sardonic sniper himself. Tech had told her once about the comfort that Crosshair had provided him with during his nightmares, so she knew that he would know how to calm her.

Abby slipped down the hall to Crosshair's room, praying that she wasn't making too much noise to wake everyone else. She felt like enough of a burden bothering Crosshair at two a.m., she didn't need to disturb anyone else.

Upon arriving at the door that led to Crosshair's bedroom, she hesitantly peaked in. Crosshair was living stiffly on his side in his bed. The mixture of his light snores and heavy breathing were tell-tale confirmation that he was indeed asleep. Abby quietly stepped over to him and climbed next to him in his bed. She nervously shook his shoulder, unsure of how he would react to being awoken in the middle of the night. Considering that he wasn't a morning person, he would probably be less than pleased.