Ever since the tremor, things had been getting worse. Not just for Addermire, or the Void house, but for Kris in particular. For a short ammount of time, they had no migranes, needed to medication, or had to sleep away the pain only to wake up with a numb feeling, and he didn't faint in the middle of class for a whole four days. The entire thing was very exciting, but of course, all good things must come to and end. They just wished it didn't have to end so soon. Not even about in hour into the morning, and Kris had felt a sharp jolt of pain in his mind a few days back, and he went out like a light. Apparently someone had found them because they awoke in the dorm room, with a water bottle and notes from their missing classes. While most freaked out when they saw Kris up and walking again, the people were more concerned for them than they were. With sunglasses to block the light in the halls from coming into his eyes, and his black hoodie pulled all the way up, Kris walked through the commons hoping to get a short cut to his next class.
Of course, he should have known better than to try and take short cuts. They should have just flown to class, though the last time they did that he had flown into someones back and ended up with a crippled wing. After ensing up in the nurses office pretty well, they decided they didn't want to be there for longer then needed. "It's whatever. If the nurses don't know, then I'll be fine. This is simply some... gear that I use to take extra precautions." He muttered, patting Oliver on the shoulder as if he wasn't much taller than him. Though the moment he touched him, he drew his hand back and shoved it in his pocket trying to only stare behind Oliver, or the bridge of his nose. They had a feeling that he knew about what was going on, but ignored it. Kris personally tried to stay away from Void things, but Oliver seemed stranger than usual. Plus, touching him gave them a headache. Kris eyed Oliver wearily, but they didn't know if he could tell through the sunglasses.
Taking in deep breaths, Kris had just tried to calm himself down again before he had another seizure. Their hand was phsyically shaking in their pocket, and they merely covered it with the other one to try and get it to stop. Who was that? What had even happened? Where was it? How recent did that even happen? These questions stormed his head, and the only the that came out of their mouth was, "What the hell." Their head hurt again. Which meant they needed to get more medication from the nurses office, which meant, going to the nurses office. That was ultimately a no-go. "What? No! I don't want to. I don't have to reconsider. The days I was out already decided for me." He was almost snarling at Oliver, at this point he might have had to repeat a year. If you could even do that at Addermire. It was still a school after all.
What is your name? Kris. Last name? Fitzgerald. How old are you? Twelve years old. Can you walk? Taking himself through the steps of trying to keep his heart rate a normal pace, he steped forward two steps, and backwards two steps before checking that off the list. His migranes had began to kick in, making his entire body want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep, but he needed to go to class. They had heard the things their classmates said to them. They could have cared less, but learning as much as they could was so unbelievably important to them. What if they forgot it all again tomorrow? What if they could not even spell their own name when they woke up in the morning? "Why would you even care? As far as I am concerned, I am going to class. I am going to learn, and I am going to go to the Void dorm and sleep. It's that simple." Kris snapped, barking out the words that were covered in venom. "Like us? I don't think there even is an us. I don't know enough about myself to make an 'I' how the hell am I supposed to contribute to a 'we'?"
This was getting out of hand, the guy just wanted to get to class, and frankly they didn't believe it would be this difficult. Plus, what type of house master stopped a student from going to class anyways? If the nurses didn't know and they had missed a week worth of class then he would go. He despised being stuck in a room, sometimes not even knowing where he was. Wheter their absences were excused or not, it wasn't the going to class, but the need to have some knowledge about anything besides understanding they aren't supposed to be here. "I don't need anyones help, I can do this on my own, just leave me alone." For the first time during the whole conversation he had looked Oliver in the eyes, and sorely wished that he hadn't. As their pupils dialated, they saw a flash of moments where he was looking up at men in masks, he was unable to move, and strapped down while a thick ink-like substance coated their body in strange patterns. Voices rang through his head, they weren't their own, chanting, singing, they didn't know what was going on, but it felt as though millions of snts were cralwing all along their body. Kris' iris came back into view, and as he began to back away from Oliver, their body hit the floor.
The stress was enough to make him pass out on it's own. He didn't understand why they had gotten so defensive so quickly, usually they kept to themselves and stayed out of people's way, but the feeling of having no identity was enough to make anyone go beserk. While slightly unconscious, his brain was still very much awake, and quite active, enough to make it feel as though he was dreaming. Dreams were never pleasant, but they never remembered them in the morning, so it was not as though it mattered. Yet, Kris felt the sneaking suspcion that they would remember this as if it were their own name. Harshly opening his eyes, he gasped for air, as if underwater, opening his mouth to take in air, yet surprised everytime only water seemed to flow in to fill the space missing in their lungs. He didn't understand what had happened but he knew what had caused it. Oliver. His throat cotinued to tighten, almost like someone was choking him. He couldn't breathe, speak, yet he was alive, falling inbetween the realm of slumber and the realm of the aware. this was kinda bad sorry!
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