[center][h3][b]Thirteen[/b][/h3]
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[color=purple]"Well, you don't look okay to me."[/color] 

Thirteen twitched at the words, mind suddenly racing with worried neurotic thoughts. [b][i]I... I don't? What, why? Do I look worse than I thought? I mean, I obviously don't have half of my body turned into a spider, but...[/i][/b] He fell into his anxious habit of chewing his lip, starting to pick at the skin on his forearm as if trying to see what was wrong with him.

Once he was sure everything was in order, Thirteen "relaxed" back into his place curled as far away and into himself from the green haired girl as he could get, dark Asian eyes darting quickly away and to his feet which he shuffled uncomfortably. [b][i]Just get going... can't you see I'm not your friend here?[/i][/b]

Just as he thought that, she spoke again, explaining that against his wishes she would in fact not go away. Thirteen tried not to visibly wince at the thought of someone always by him... just like, his "brother"... always with that idiotic grin trolloping along next to him wherever he went.

Thirteen's eyes widened slightly. [b][i]N-no! I do deserve it! If you stay by me, then, then you'll...[/i][/b] The dark haired boy lowered his face deeper into the warm safety of his scarf, shaking as he held himself tighter. She seemed like such a sweet girl... she didn't deserve to die from his stupid bad luck.

Before Thirteen could just flat out tell her to back off, she asked him for nickname ideas for himself. Though he wasn't sure why he was humoring her, he hesitantly started thinking. On his chart he caught a glimpse of in the nurses arms, the only thing he could remember was...

[b]"Tr...Triska. From triskaidekaphobia."[/b] He mumbled quietly, voice almost muffled from the scarf on his mouth.