Without Maeve there, Kelvin was even more aware of the silence in the room that surrounded him. For the first six minutes, he was able to focus, powering through two books and finding things that the two of them had missed in their first look through. Clean clothing in gym, but pelted by dodgeballs. Avoid the mutt patrolling the halls. May be dangerous. He added those notes to his arms, his writing getting a bit messier as he paid less attention to the words he was writing and more to the sound of the skin of his arm rubbing against the skin of his leg. He heard his heartbeat, his saliva collecting in his mouth, the sound of his brow bones cracking as he lowered his eyebrows.
And then he could swear that he heard the door open.
His head whipped towards the door to see if anyone had come in, confused to note that the room was still uninhabited besides him and the librarian. Suddenly feeling compelled to stand, he tucked his pen in his waistband, his eyes wandering as he slowly rose to his feet.
That’s when he heard the bees. He couldn’t pinpoint where the sound was coming from, and his head began moving rapidly to try and figure out where they were. The buzzing seemed to get closer and closer, making the hair on his arms stand up and his shoulders hunch closer to his neck, his eyes fluttering closed as he tried to block the sound out.
It seemed as if the harder he tried, the louder the sound was, and then it turned to the sound of explosions. They were small, they were in the distance, but Kelvin still ran for cover, hiding under the table due to the sound. He sat there for a good thirty seconds before poking his head out from under the table, checking for any damage, and then the bees started up again.
He needed to leave, that was his one thought, so he shoved the books back on to different shelves haphazardly, not caring about returning them to their original position, and ran to the door, almost running away from the insects himself. He pushed open the door, grateful to hear the sound of something besides himself, and collapsed to the floor next to Mel.
No words left his mouth, he wasn’t sure if she would be able to hear them, but he held his ink covered arm up to her, as he began to throw up on his blood-stained shirt. // starter for @melpomenexrhode, sector 5, the main corridor