I sat talking to myself, mostly annoyed I couldn't just snap my fingers and make this stupid nose stop hurting. Dumbshit people and their having to fight each other. Through my annoyance, I could feel the presense of someone standing in front of me. I was sitting with my elbows pressed against my knees, and my hands still over my nose. I glanced up over my fingers, my blue eyes finding a nervous looking man, and to my surprise, it happened to be red beanie man. His concern made me smile internally. It was nice of him to come over here like this. As he grabbed a chair and sat down, I put my hands down in my lap, checking them quickly for blood, which there was none thankfully. "I'll live." I smiled a bit, but the movement caused the pain to increase sharply, and I held my nose again with one hand, ugh why did I have to get involved.

I watched him as he sat, I'd hoped to spy what he'd been working on in his notebook so intently before but he'd closed it. As he spoke, I leaned back against the table and crossed my legs. He was a nervous little guy, and I found it kind of adorable. I found myself wondering about who this man might be, and why he might be here to begin with. My gaze studied him quietly, taking in the hospital band, and his fidgety legs. I pulled my plastic hat off and tussled my hair out; though it basically just fluffed around my head. "Naw, you're not a weirdo. At least not yet. I mean, you haven't done anything weird yet, so...ya, anyway...I'm probably a lot weirder than you, believe me." I smiled warmly and repeated his name in my head a bit to make sure my silly brain wouldn't forget it in five minutes, and then responded. "I'm Oleander, it's nice to meet you Darian."

His movement was gentle, and I remained motionless as his hand touched my wrist. My brain was on weirdo alert in .5 seconds, but I found myself unable to move as I was overtaken by a wash of peace. It reminded me of the old tree at my mother's house, where I'd sat for countless hours hiding from my mother and her list of chores. My eyes grew wide and I realized suddenly what was happening. Before I could react, he'd already removed his hand and was looking very unsure about what he'd just done. I rubbed my wrist where he'd touched me and spoke softly under my breath. "Weirdo. Check." Cause I've got the brain to mouth filter of a monk, obviously. I look up at him as he stands up, I could see the pain in his eyes, though I couldn't understand why. I felt uncomfortable, what if he had seen inside my head or something too? I couldn't be sure exactly the extent of what he'd done, but I knew whatever it was, he seemed to be in pain over it.

"I'm better, but you're obviously not." I leaned forward and grabbed his wrist; not forcefully but earnestly. I wanted to know exactly what he'd done, and to do that, I had to experience it myself. This usually goes quite well, unless the witch is crazy powerful cause then I basically pass out...and...ya. The feeling started as a weird tingle and then I could feel pain and anxiety rushing through me like a burning acid in my veins. The pain in my nose increased twice over and I jumped back from him. Generally I could sense exactly what the Witch's power was when doing this, but it was wrong. I guess you could describe it as tasting like jalapenos when it should taste like starburst. It was alarming to say the least. Grabbing my nose I stomped my foot on the ground. "Fuuuuuuu" I bit back the desire to become a spout of profanity. My heart was racing and I felt like everything was about to start caving in around me. All the worries I had seemed amplified, my worries for Nick, about money, and how I'd never called Amaya back cause I'm a dunce. I stood up and backed away from Darian. I felt like if anyone touched me I'd explode. Normally I was pretty chill, or at least borderline chill, so this was totally uncharted territory. "Well this is not how it's supposed to work. My words were edgy and forced, but I managed to look at him, though the thought of him looking back at me made me nervous.