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★ 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.

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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?"

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★ At this point in time the boy didn’t even realize that the other was freaking out. His face was fire! Fireee. Oh, it hurt so bad but he didn’t think his nose was broken. The boy sat up and rubbed at his face only for his tannish gloves to come back bloody. Riley instantly froze. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. B..— and now here comes the hyperventilation. No, his blood was suppose to be inside of his body! Suddenly there wasn’t just pain in his face but pain in his chest as well. His deadly fear of blood was so overwhelming that he had forgotten about the cat and the boy that was next to him a couple feet away. Riley gulped as he frantically began to rip off his precious gloves, his safety gear. Next he was trying his best to remove all the blood from his face but his nose was gushing which wasn’t helping his problem and it was getting in his mouth. No, no, no! Suddenly hands were caught in his side vision and he instantly moved away. “Don’t touch me!” Which scared the bystander that was trying to help. “D-don’t touch me..” His voice losing some will power. Everything was spinning..

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He took another shuddering breath, trying to somehow work his way out from under the pressure of the sea--waves crashing against him. This is why going outside was a bad idea--especially on a particularly busy day. He needed to go home and see his room, look at his bookshelf and see all the organized books. Turn on his lights, turn them off. On, off, on, off, on, off, on, off. The thought was enough to calm him down a bit. Closing his eyes, he tried to ward off the splitting headache that was sure to come, instead focusing on counting again--going backwards from one hundred by fours. That was a technique that a therapist had given him before he was forced to move away by his parents. After finishing the ritual, his mind was back to it's usual cluttered mess, and he was able to relax a bit, though still breathing heavily. Only then, did his attention turn to the figure on the ground, blood covering their nose and mouth as they screamed at someone who reached out to help. What a scene they must be causing! That alone almost sent Vera into another state of anxiety, not liking the eyes that were directed at the both of them. "Uh--" He started, shifting on his feet, not daring to reach out and touch the female (?) instead choosing to rummage through his bag. "I have wipes. For your nose." He shook his head, not liking how that sounded. "I have wipes for you to clean up." He paused, reaching into his bag, pulling out two packages (he had 20 of them, he couldn't just have an odd number of them so he decided to just give the other two.) "Here."

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★ “Someone stop that cat!” Riley said but of course no one helped. All they did was stare! What the hell? They could have easily stepped out and stopped the cat, pick it up or something. Corner it, anything. Riley had been chasing the damned thing all freaking morning! Okay, if you’re going to bring your pet to the clinic — don’t let it go when the Vet is trying to examine it! The boy’s long platinum blonde hair swung back and forth in it’s pony tail as he was running. Damn it! Riley turned the corner but was met with someone in the middle of the side walk, going really-really slow. Oh shit! “Move!” but at the last second Riley skidded to a stop only to fall on his face.. Ow..

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Vera hated leaving the organized structure of his home. But, going outside was unavoidable--after all, he wasn't particularly scared of living his house, it was just so much easier when he was alone and didn't have to worry about touching anyone, getting strange looks, or having a panic attack over something simple like stepping on a crack or finishing his steps at an odd number. He walked slowly, concentrating on the movement of his feet, thankful for the smooth surface of the sidewalk. So wrapped up in his never-ending thoughts; going over the usual check-list of locking doors, washing hands, turning off lights, checking the stove--he didn't even hear the yelling, didn't even notice the running figure until they were right upon him. Vera let out a gasp when he was knocked backwards, losing his count. No...Oh God, how could he lose track? The male felt himself shaking involuntarily, felt his chest seize up in an uncomfortable manner; his breaths came out ragged, fearing for whatever bad thing would come from this. He really should check on the person who had just fallen because of him, but his mind and body wouldn't allow it.

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Vera took calculated steps, counting each one in his wake. 6...7...8...9...10. He sighed to himself, contradicting the images in his mind--he really wasn't in the mood for this today, but it seemed that even if he wanted to step outside of the cycle, such a thing would be impossible. After another six steps, he found himself at a crack. With a little groan, barely audible since he was concentrating, Vera began to walk backwards, counting once again--but this time, he bumped into someone. Unable to simply stop, he maneuvered around the obstacle, stopping only when he reached the number ten. Afterwards, Vera took a deep breath; standing still to try and lessen the constant mumblings inside his head. "Oh--" He muttered, looking up to the person he had previously bumped into. "Sorry...About that." No, that didn't sound right. "Sorry." He finished again. "Sorry."

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