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[attr="class","sev1"]On one hand, Sev was 100% sure of how she ended up volunteering time to spend in the nurse's office, even though she'd rather be locked away in her room, studying or working on some private project, instead of waiting for the inevitable nervousness that crept through her at the sight of each new stranger; each cut and drop of blood a little bit more unsettling- each time someone asked for medicine, another small shock for her. And honestly? Sev hadn't even needed to deal with any of them yet. The nurse handled everything, Sev just grabbed things when needed. Useless and probably in the way, but here because she was asked to be. On the other hand, how had she ended up here?

When the nurse finally left, an overwhelming fright filled the junior. She wasn't expected to do much- just hold down the office, in short. There'd been a few cases of medicine theft over the past few weeks- no big surprise there, especially when one considered the school they were at- but Sev was 'trustworthy' and another set of eyes never hurt in situations like this. Did she really think Sev would sell anyone out? Seven couldn't even turn in anyone who's fist met with her face but no one seemed to care about that. No one seemed to care that she didn't have a backbone and didn't have it in her to say no to anyone or hold her ground in any situation. All that seemed to matter was that she was a quiet kid with no prior record. Was it really smart to leave her in charge of the pills? Did no one think that through? Apparently she was better, all was good, she was fine. The medicine cabinet- of course- was locked, but that hadn't seem to deter the thief (or thieves?) those past few weeks so Sev wasn't sure how much that actually mattered in this case.

Whatever, it was too late to get out of it now. Seven found herself in a back corner of the office, sitting on the floor, back against the wall, preparing to go through some notes from class. May as well make use of her time. It wasn't like she had anything better to do anyways, and it wasn't like she felt like just staring at the wall until the nurse returned. The second she got all of her notebooks and pens out and set them up on her legs however, the door opened. Of course. That voice was not the nurse however, and Sev would freeze up for a second, a pen rolling off of the notebook on her lap, clattering to the floor.

"I-Sh-She's not in r-right now!" The words would be spoken quickly- forced out and all choked together as Sev groped around the floor clumsily, trying to fetch the stray pen without actually looking down at it, more so trying to see if she could catch site of the stranger from over the side of the bed she'd plopped down next to. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't. Eventually, she'd give up on her school supplies, shoving them off of her lap into a pile on the floor next to where she'd been sitting. They'd be fine.

Seven stood nervously- he was tall- and she'd try to figure out what she was supposed to say. Should she send him away? That seemed irresponsible. But was it really her job to deal with him? She didn't think so. "I-I-I Um, I don't know wh-when she'll be back. Um, wh-what do you need?" That was a start, right? And a pro attempt at conversation, she supposed. This is fine, everything will be fine. Why did she have to be left here alone again? Whoever decided on that was awful at thinking things through.

[attr="class","sev1"]The more this guy spoke, the more Sev couldn't help but feel entirely out of her league. While he was obviously a master at words and body language- she could tell a good flirt when she saw one even if her own disgusting amounts of shame left her unable to return any remarks... not that she wanted to in this case- Seven was tripping over simple sentences and barely capable of moving from her spot, frozen in place except for her hand which was rubbing away at a worn sleeve cuff.

Focus, Seven! She couldn't even get herself together long enough to listen to what he had to say about why he was here. And then his tongue was out of his mouth and Sev couldn't help but stare at him wide-eyed, following the piercing. Oh, no. "I, I-um, I...." She couldn't really formulate sentences; had barely managed to process what he was saying at all, to be honest. Her mind was blank. And then he got closer.

Sev gulped, hard, just staring for a few more moments as he looked at her somewhat expectantly from the bed, asking her a question. What? Oh. Right. Why was she in charge here again? That was a bad idea all around and everyone knew it. This was not a well thought out decision on anyone's part. Who had asked her to be here? Why? "I mean, um, I, I c-can try?" A deep breath, a little bit of shaking, "Just-um-j-just gimme a second." And with that, the girl would try to force herself to move, backing up a few steps- still watching the blonde- and almost tripped over her bag in doing so, before scurrying towards a drawer, trying to save herself from the embarrassment of having nearly fallen right in front of a stranger. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Unsteadily, her hands would dig through the drawers, trying to find bandages, and then an idea would come to mind. She could probably get him out of there pretty quickly if she pulled out the rubbing alcohol out. While no one was really scared of it, she doubt he'd be too inclined on staying long after if his knuckles were burning. For a hot second she'd pick up the bottle, take a deep breath, then set it back down. That was a bad idea and she knew it. Besides, she didn't want to hurt him, she was just overwhelmingly anxious. Instead, she'd pull out the antibiotic cream, with pain reliever. Hopefully he wasn't too chatty. Of course she couldn't get that lucky.

Heading back to the bed with her fetched supplies, she'd practically dump them in front of the blonde, still not prepared to look him in the eye, "I'm, uh, n-not too great at this, u-um, i-it might not look t-to great." It'd hold up just fine though, even if it wasn't as clean looking and exact as the nurse might do if she were here, "S-sorry about th-at." Sev never wanted to volunteer here again... not that she'd really wanted to in the first place.

[attr="class","sev1"]Honestly, it surprised Seven that the guy didn't cut her off part way through her sentence, or talk over her to get to the point. It would have made sense- who had time for her nonsense? Honestly, it happened to her pretty frequently. No one wanted to sit through her struggling with simple sentences; unable to articulate even basic ideas for a conversation. It was irritating. She was aware, but she couldn't help it. But he hadn't. Weird. Sev appreciated it though. If she weren't perpetually in a state of panic, it probably would have soothed her somewhat; just the idea that someone wasn't rushing to avoid dealing with her.

At the very least, he seemed to calm down his flirting a bit at that. Still, she had seen how he was mere seconds ago. He could change back to that at any second. He wouldn't though. She'd already made a negative impression she supposed- nearly tumbling backwards over here bag, barely able to speak; what was the point? If he hadn't lost interest yet, he would soon. It was just a matter of time. Because he backed off a bit though, things would be a tad bit easier than the otherwise would have been for Seven. Ha. As if anything could ever be easy for her. That just wasn't how life worked.

His voice was quieter when he spoke this time, less assertive, and it was nice. The sudden noise of his visit had thrown her off before- the theatrics, the conceitedness of his entrance- even if she did assume it to be sarcastic- it was just too much. Of course, when it came to Seven, everything was too much. But before? It was beyond that; something far more uncomfortable and overwhelming. "I mean! I-I'll try my best." A few more quick words, squished together under the weight of her own anxiety, no time for spaces given.

The blonde held out his hand, and Sev merely stare at it for a moment, cheeks burning at the word doll. Get it together. With shaky hands Seven would grab the antibiotic cream, gently smearing it across his damaged knuckles, when the realization finally hit her. He hit someone. Probably repeatedly. Or maybe he'd just slammed it into a locker? Maybe a wall or a door? Regardless, his fist had been smashed against something so hard that it bled. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine. He didn't seem angry right now at least, right? That thought wasn't as soothing as she thought it would be.

"How, um, h-how did th-this happen again?" Why did she ask that? She really didn't want to know- she didn't want to make small talk, she wanted to get him out of the office as quickly as possible, and she was obviously sabotaging that. She didn't want to think about what reckless, violent behavior dragged him in here- there was no way that he had a good excuse for this and she was just going to end up more frightened. Why did she do this to herself? She was beginning to believe she did this shit on purpose. Someone was just full of awful ideas today.

[attr="class","sev1"]The looming was uncomfortable. It was nerve wracking and it felt like when someone was looking over her shoulder, only worse. He stood taller than her, and on the bed? Even more so. It was intimidating to say the least. Especially when she could practically feel his eyes boring into her. Couldn't he stop? What was he even looking for? Too bad she didn't have it in her to tell him off, especially considering how the longer it went on, the less steady her hands became. And they hadn't been all that steady to begin with.

When he finally got as far as telling Seven how his knuckles had ended up in such a state, she couldn't help but gulp nervously. She really didn't want to know. She never had. She didn't want the answer, it was fine- just keep it. Too bad she couldn't take her words back now, could she? "A-and a wall?" Holy shit, she'd called it. Kind of. She assumed one or the other, but that counted for both, right? Close enough. Too bad she focused on the wrong thing in her words, somewhat overwhelmed by the fact that he'd not only attacked a person, but afterwards was still worked up enough to hit the wall as well. Had she known the actual answer, Sev probably would have felt better about the whole thing. Maybe. Probably not. Any violence at all was too much in her eyes.

Gingerly, the bandages would be picked up, and Seven would wrap them somewhat sloppily between his fingers- familiar with the concept of what had to be done, but not practiced with the actual placement of them. Shaky hands certainly weren't helping either. A quiet "Sorry," would be mumbled out under her breath at her own sloppy wrappings, trying not to become more worked up over her lack of skill with something she'd obviously never needed before; pure habit. He hadn't seemed to care yet but- in her mind at least- he soon would.

At the guy's supposed warning, finally Sev would glance up at him somewhat skeptically for a moment, but wouldn't say anything. That was not a warning, those were fighting words, and he knew it. Was she going to add fuel to the flames? No. But it didn't mean that she wouldn't think about how he was spewing bullshit. Did he really think it would go unnoticed? The heavenly aftercare comment would knock her off kilter though in a matter of seconds and her train of thought would shift rather suddenly. Where was this even coming from? "It's not- I'm not- I-it's really not th-that great." Stellar response. She was really going places here, wasn't she? When would she manage to get a full sentence out? Hopefully soon. It was tiring just listening to herself.

Angel? That was just overkill. Still, she couldn't help but stay flustered, face still red from before, struggling to look up all over again- fixating on his hand just to avoid having to even think about looking at him, "It's-I'm Seven. Sev." Almost, she was getting there. She hoped. "Your hand- your other hand. H-how is it?" Almost done. Or maybe already done? If his other hand wasn't too bad. She could boot him out then. Please be fine.