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Overblot. Something so uncommon even Riddle's mother had never heard of it when he asked her about it. To look into why he was getting these symptoms, as a… precaution. Simply making sure that the only thing wrong with him was his emotions.
Riddle had plenty of time to read after overblotting, considering his time spent in the infirmary resting and getting IV’s. when he asked about them the nurses said something to do with clearing excess blot from his system, which he supposed made sense. There was very little about overblots in any of the books he read, both medical and historical, but neither brought up a single side effect or lasting symptoms. So what was he dealing with now?
Riddle had been running around all day, getting ready for the big sports meet tomorrow. Schools from all across the nation were coming to compete, but most of the school was buzzing about specifically the matches between NRC and RSA. But, as a housewarden, Riddle's duties lied in helping with setup. Which he would gladly have done if he weren’t so out of breath. He could be practicing with the equestrian club of course, but thought it wise to give Vorpal a break before the tournament, so at least one of them was well rested.
He had just finished getting up the stairs to check on how the pop music club's halftime performance was coming along, when the spots and dizziness joined his out-of-breathness. He pressed his palm to the wall, desperately trying not to fall over. One must hold themselves high when they are a housewarden after all! He made it to the club’s door and pushed it open, letting the sound of music out into the silent halls. The music faded out as the club turned to look at him, grinning.
“How’d we sound!" Kalim asked, his signature sunshiney smile lighting up his features. Cater, Lillia and Vil were behind him, finishing up the blocking for the staging, but whirled around to smile at him. Riddle blinked rapidly, waiting for his brain to catch up with what was just said to him.
"Great,” he responded, then promptly pitched forward and passed out.
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“I think we got him back!”
Was the first thing Riddle heard as he came to slowly, shifting uncomfortably against something firm and warm. He blinked the lingering darkness out of his sight and saw the worried faces of Cater, Kalim and Lillia looking down at him. His legs were being held up by Lillia, while Kalim was holding onto his wrist… which meant he was lying on Cater. Said boy smiled down at him.
“Treys on hs way to take you back to the dorm, so just chillax for now alrighty?” Cater said, gently stroking Riddle’s hair. He blinked and nodded, still willing his brain to catch up to what was going on. It felt like all his thoughts were swimming through jello. He thought he heard muttering deeper in the room, but maybe that was just him hearing things?
“Pardon my abrupt exit, but something rather pressing has come up that requires my attention, so I must take my leave.”
RIGHT! Vil had also been there and wasn’t in the cluster surrounding him. Riddle heard quick sharp footsteps and the slam of the music room's door. That seemed to give everyone a jolt back into the present. Lillia clapped his hands together, a jarring sound to Riddle's suddenly sore head.
“I think that’s enough practice for now! Cater shall I pack up your bass?” Lillia asked, his deep voice a soothing rumble. It could almost lull Riddle to sleep…
He was being gently shaken awake, by hands that could only belong to one Trey Clover. He grinned down at Riddle, who glared back. How dare Trey wake him up! From his nap… on the floor…
“Ready to go back to Heartslabyul?” Trey asked, his voice soft and gentle as usual. Riddle nodded, reaching out his hand.
“Help me up?” he asked, praying Trey wouldn’t say what he feared.
“I’ll just carry you back!” Seven, that was just the thing Riddle. He glared again.
“That is hardly proper! And furthermore, I'm not an invalid, I can walk!”
Trey stared at Riddle, before finally conceding, and pulling Riddle to his feet. A wave of nausea and spots hit him once more when he was righted, something he chose to ignore, before pivoting to leave, Trey running after him to catch him should he inevitably fall.