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[sub][color=d3cee6][b]Upper Dorm Hall, Saturday Evening 
Interacting with all present[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
[b][color=a689b1]"N-now, let's all just calm down..."[/color][/b]

Funny that Hangyeol would say something like that; after all, he's currently in a semi-panicked state, the earlier "I got this all under control" mindset completely forgotten due to the disasters that continue to pile up around him. First that girl, now somebody else? And why is that Korean girl yelling... Can't everyone just be [i]quiet?[/I] This line of thinking continues on for about a minute before he catches sight of the blood on that man's hands, which only serves to heighten the amount of stress Hangyeol is feeling, until his instincts kick in and the [I]let's be rational[/I] side of him is drowned out by a very loud, very panicky voice that says [I][b]YOU'RE GOING TO DIE.[/b][/I]

And so, assaulted by bad memories, bad circumstances, and his own messed-up brain, Hangyeol does the reasonable thing and goes into a panic attack.

The process is familiar, really. One minute, he's standing up and the next, he's backed into a corner, conveniently separated from the main hub of action and hidden by a nice layer of onlookers; wouldn't be good to draw any attention to himself, he thinks, his last coherent thought before his mind reminds him he's probably going to die and he [I]can't breathe, can'tfeelanything—[/I]

The symptoms are hard to miss; his heartbeat is hammering away like a freight train, hands and legs shaking uncontrollably, his breathing suddenly too shallow, not enough air—[I]it's happening again, why is it happening, why can't I keep it together—?[/I]   

And then, as suddenly as it begun, it is over. Time elapsed: not even ten minutes. A short one, in other words. Hangyeol considers himself lucky; taking into account the circumstances, it's a miracle he's even alive, let alone functioning within society.

Taking a minute to collect himself, Hangyeol observes the crowded upper hall from his place in the corner, curious to see if anyone noticed him slipping away. It could go either way; he prides himself on being able to blend in with the crowd, but that Korean girl probably noticed, if not Lilly. Hangyeol would rather they didn't learn of this, but if the questions get too serious he'll probably have to tell them. Unless he could make something up; it's not good to let them know [i]too[/i] much...

But, well, for now Hangyeol watches, letting the paramedics (which have finally arrived, thank goodness) do their job. Unfortunately, it looks like Seoyeon is bent on shouting in their faces, and they haven't been notified of the other apparent victim in the dorm, so he figures now is a good time to rejoin the party. Or, it would be if his brain wasn't still screaming at him, stuck in panic-mode when presented with an unchanging, [i]uncomfortable[/i] situation, to put it lightly. But Hangyeol is good at ignoring his mind's warning signs, so he brushes them aside and reconvenes to where Seoyeon is currently arguing with the ambulance guys. 

[color=a689b1]"Sorry to intrude, but I heard there was another guy hurt,"[/color] he says, keeping his voice nice and quiet and [I]calm[/I] despite the chaos around and inside him. [color=a689b1]"Can we get somebody looking at him?"[/color]