[hr][right][sup]Monday — Morning — Cafeteria[/sup][/right]
Kat stumbled on the missing snap of time as soon as he realised he had left it, stumbled and tumbled into a headspin. He noticed the wrist lock well after he realised he wasn't leaning into his bag any more, and he noticed who had administered it well after that, by which time he was leaning on it. Looking into someone's face grounded him enough to become aware of the rest- his own location, Chester's, the students, the pain.

Pain-

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[i]The petechia is the third type of bruise, the smallest, characterised by dark spotting where, beneath the skin, bleeding has...[/i]

Kat recognised the jab by the striations on his skin before he figured out he was still holding the knife, limply now. With nowhere to put it and the long habit of not littering, he put it in his jacket pocket before he could drop it, somewhat absurdly. [color=fdc68a]"I'm fine,"[/color] he lied without thinking. [color=fdc68a]"I'm fine. I'm fine."[/color] He was standing again now, with no real need for support. 

He blinked around. Keone hadn't accosted him, though he wouldn't have struggled if they had. Once again, it wasn't the wounds that mattered, not on the dead nor on him. Someone else was hurting. The unwitting witness, taking on more weight by the hour yet still not broken. 

Kat looked away from the table and started to cry. [color=fdc68a]"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm..."[/color] He moved some direction or other, it didn't matter which, hopefully somewhere he wouldn't keep doing damage. [color=fdc68a]"I'm gonna..."[/color]

The rest was just rain.