[ Jim follows Victor to the middle of the bed with little prompting, because he really wasn't thinking of going anywhere, and if it helps calm Victor down, then it's what he'll do.

His hand move to Victor's arms, holding onto him tightly. ]

Victor, hey. I'm here, okay? I'm right here, and I'm safe. We're both perfectly safe.

[ He smooths his hands up and down Victor's arms, then he reaches for the doctor's hands, gently tugging them away from his own tie so Jim can take it off himself. ]

Want you to do something for me. Take a deep, slow breath. Keep looking at me, just listen to my voice. Can you do that?