[There's bile burning at the back of his throat. His chest feels too tight. He can't, he can't, he can't.
Instinctively, he moves where there's less people. He feels unsteady, almost weak. And absolutely nauseated. He needs to go back to his dorm, where it's safe—
Cater steps out in front of him, and Vil stops just short of crashing into him, face paling.]
No...
[He starts heading for another direction, but then there's Cater again.
It's been a long while since he's felt all his nerves lit on fire like this. All frayed at the edges. His breath wavers as he backs against the closest wall, head ducking and hands coming up to cover his face.]
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Instinctively, he moves where there's less people. He feels unsteady, almost weak. And absolutely nauseated. He needs to go back to his dorm, where it's safe—
Cater steps out in front of him, and Vil stops just short of crashing into him, face paling.]
No...
[He starts heading for another direction, but then there's Cater again.
It's been a long while since he's felt all his nerves lit on fire like this. All frayed at the edges. His breath wavers as he backs against the closest wall, head ducking and hands coming up to cover his face.]
Don't!