- Rating: Teen
- Warnings: depictions of PTSD
- Genre: whump
- Pairing: none
Miles tried his best, but there was really no avoiding elevators all the time. They were simply a fact of life, and one he did his best to deal with.
He had a routine, when he rode the elevator. After he pushed the button, he closed his eyes, and he took three slow, deep breaths.
Breathe in. The odds were in his favor.
Breathe out. Most elevators were very safe.
He rode with one hand touching the wall, and forced down the bile in his throat as the mild sensation of gravity pulled on his stomach.
Most elevators were safe.