Tim slows down, carefully walking toward you with raised hands. His eyes flicker over your body, slightly relieved when he doesn't see any physical injuries. You're curled into a ball, whispering something about not being touched. He can tell the fear gas got to you, not that you would be able to stave it off anyhow. He turns on his comms, keeping a few inches away from you as a precaution as he whispers into his mic.

"I found her. She's not looking too good, the fear gas got into her room I think."

He scowls, his hands clenched into fists as he watches his baby sister cry and whimper on the floor. He waits a moment after calling it in before he moves closer, his hand outstretched as he grabs the cure in his other. He gently pulls your head up, whispering reassurances despite your weak protests. He placed the antitoxin inhaler into your mouth, not even able to cut it on before you burst into tears and start screaming while slapping at his hands.

He pulls the inhaler away almost instantly, his eyes wide as you curl into yourself and repeat that you 'said no'. He doesn't want to believe something like that happened to you, but what other scenario could you possibly be seeing right now?

"It's just me. It's Tim." He says softly, trying to get through to you.

He swallows thickly, putting the inhaler down before raising his hands. He can see the fear in your eyes, the terror. His heart clenches, anger hitting him hard. His baby sister, crying on the floor whimpering 'don't touch me' because of somebody else's actions. He reels himself in, promising himself he won't stop until he finds out what happened. For now, he focuses on you.

"It's okay. I won't let anyone touch you."