★ By the time the other had come to his senses — Riley had only gotten worse. He was literally crawling at his skin trying to remove the blood. He couldn’t stand it! It was going to be the death of him, he couldn’t.. he just couldn’t! People were trying to help him but there was no way he could allow them to touch him. No, no, no! He didn’t want to see people die, and he didn’t want to see all that blood! He didn’t want to see the death that plagued the back of his mind constantly. All the people trying to help him was only making it worse, their frantic hands and voices were only making it worse. They needed to be calm or this was going to down further down hill.
As the voice sounded in his ear the boy looked up at the other trying to hand him wipes. Riley’s eyes were wide and it looked like he had gotten into some fight. A shaky hand reached out and took the wipes, thankful that something would finally clear him of this dreaded substance. Riley began to clean himself up and try to calm his head. “T..thank you..” He said softly as he winced while cleaning himself up. “..i’m sorry for knocking you down.” As he was recovering the people started to disperse.
Vera supposed that if someone were to help the other, he was glad it was him. Mostly for the fact he was able to understand the basis of the fears; not simply scoff, deeming it a dramatic display. Sometimes, your body and mind both rebel against you, something a lot of people don't understand as much as they act like it. Once it seemed the female had calmed down considerably (at least, they looked like a female--the voice a bit deceiving) he was happy to see the eyes adverting and the crowd growing smaller. Letting out a sigh of relief, he watched as the female wiped at her face, giving rid of the blood that was sure to dry if left any longer. He loved watching things get clean, the dirt slowly fading away with swipes from a cloth...It was calming to him.
"You're welcome." He liked that term, you couldn't go wrong with it. Saying that didn't make him feel wrong, nor did it leave him seeking perfection. "Ah...It's alright." Even if he did almost suffer a heart attack. "You didn't knock me over. Sorry for uh--" He frowned, trying to find the words, willing them to come out the way he wanted. "Making you fall, too. Is your nose alright?"








