Lmao I like how this has pretty much turned into a drabble series with no plot, yet you're all still here.
Thank you for continuing to read this awful works - I swear I'll get back to the actual plot soon, but for now I want to give you all updates and stuff so that you 1) will get a bit of Keefex and 2) won't be so Legacy stressed like me :P
This is a chapter I've had saved in my drafts for a while (*hack* because I hate it *hack*) and because I have no time to write something good-good right now, I'm hoping this will suffice.
Feel free, by the way, to warn me of any MAIN character deaths (*violent cough* or tell me if there's hope for they gays because that's the only thing keeping me going *violent cough*)
I also low-key wanna do a (half haha I'm ugly and a coward) face reveal for some reason aNd I dOn'T kNoW wHy
ANOTHER THING AHAHAHAHA I wrote this after getting home from a minor panic attack/me getting (extraordinarily mild) hypothermia, so it might sound a bit weird.
AND WHOA THERE'S MORE BEECH this is based of a ~real experience~ another reason why it ~probably sounds bad~ I barely remember this panic attack other than being positive I'd ~faint~ and ~then being shook at how fast the time had gone by~ also pulling my ~best friend out of class because nothing would clam me down except him~bless his soul for cutting English for me~

Something felt wrong. So very wrong.

Dex looked down at the floor and tried to get back to listening to his mentor for the four hundred and twenty-seventh time that period. But nothing she was saying was making sense, even though he knew it was just a review of things he'd learned the year before. She was either going in slow motion or at lighting speed and either way Dex couldn't just seem to catch up with her.

"Madam Stoker, can I go to Elwin's office?" Dex was watching himself ask the question. He was small and gripping his notebook. His voice was quiet, but the mentor stopped anyways.

She nodded. "Do you need me to walk you down there?"

Dex gave a slight shake of his head. "No thank you. I'm okay. But thank you.  Sorry."

And with that, he forcefully removed himself from his chair after shoving his notebook back into his messenger bag. He slung it over his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Dex, wait!"

Dex's hand gripped the door frame as he creaked his head to look at his teacher.

She held out a piece of paper to him. "It's homework. It shouldn't be too hard - just review your notes from last years lesson on this topic."

The hand that wasn't practically attached to the door frame reached for the paper automatically. Dex's body worked like a robot, making it's way down the halls, through a pair of doors, down another hall, and through one more set of doorways before finally...

"Dex?" Elwin asked, looking up. "You okay?"

Suddenly, Dex felt like he could hardly breathe. Like he'd just run a marathon and was immediately being interrogated thereafter. "Panic attack." He huffed, looking around. He realized Lovise must have stayed outside.

His lungs forced all the air out of them and then demanded more just so they could force the air to leave again. His chest ached and everything felt fuzzy. Like he was living in a blurry cloud of dust bunnies.

"Do you wanna go in the conference room and sit in there? Try and calm yourself down?"

Dex's head bobbed up and down before he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him. He let his bag fall to the floor and stared at the white room. There was a long table with a projector sphere in the center and chairs surrounding it, but he still felt himself sink to the floor against the wall. He gripped his knees, putting his head between them.

He couldn't pass out. He couldn't pass out. He couldn't pass out. He couldn't pass out. He couldn't pass out. He couldn't pass out.

He felt his breath become more uneven as he reached into his back pocket for his imparter... Or call thingy... Or whatever it was. He needed to figure out what was going on. Was this a panic attack or was it something else or was he dying or was he dreaming or?...

"Kesler Dizznee," the boy said to the screen. And very suddenly there were tears as he was met with his father's face.

"Dex? Whoa, whoa. Calm down. What's wrong?"

Dex's eyes shut. Too many demands. "I - panic attack."

His body was forcing air in rapidly now and he couldn't seem to stop it.

"Hold your breath."

He did as he was told over and over again until it seemed to had helped just enough - just barely enough.

"Okay," Kelser said. He was in a different room than when they'd begun their call. "What happened?"

"I dunn- I don't know. My face is numb."

"What have you eaten today?"

Had he eaten? What had he eaten? When had he eaten?

"I dunno." Dex cried, shaking his head. It rested between his knees again as the dizziness kicked up a notch.

"You need to eat."

He didn't want to eat. He didn't feel well and his mind was screaming 'no' over and over again a the mere idea.

"Dex, you need food."

Dex forced his head up and down, giving in. He just wanted it all to stop.

"Do you have anything with you?" Kesler's tone was dangerously even. He sounded upset. Had Dex interrupted his job? Was he stressing him out? Did he do something wrong? Did his dad not care?

"No - no. No."

"Does Elwin have something?"

"P-probab- probably." His hand began to shake more violently, as did his knees.

He heard something that sounded like a belch. The door, he realized.

"I gotta go... Can you ask Elwin to get you something?"

Dex nodded again.

"I love you."

"I- love you too."

And with that, the conversation was over. The imparter fell from Dex's hand and he shook his head back and fourth. His whole body jerked with violent shakes and he hugged his knees, finally letting his sobs pour out.

He rocked himself forwards then backwards over and over again.

"Dex?"

He didn't move.

"Hey," Elwin crouched down next to him. "Why don't I take you to one of the cots?"

"I -" the tears stopped for a brief moment "- I think I'm gonna pass out." Dex forced himself to stand up slowly, gripping the wall. "I think I'm gonna pass out."

"Is it okay to grab your arm?" Elwin asked, but he took a hold of Dex before he could answer.

"I's' fine." Dex slurred. He looked down at his hand grabbing the front of his shirt. It was so desaturated it was practically grey.

There was no telling how the two of them got to the cot, but they managed. Elwin helped lift Dex's feet up off the ground once they were there and Dex covered his face, drawing up his knees towards the sky.

He was growing tired, but he didn't let himself drift off. Not that he'd probably be able to. His elbows convulsed and his knees hit each other over and over again. He heard his gasps as if he were miles away.

"Can I get you anything?" Elwin stood next to the cot.

"Foo - food. Sugar. But f-for when I'm not - not so shaky." Dex realized the tears were back then. He was sure he looked insane. "Sor - sorry. Sorry."

"No need to apologize." Elwin hushed. There was a beat of silence before any more words were spoken. "You've been in here for about forty-five minutes. Do you want me to call someone? Maybe Keefe?"

Forty-five minutes? All Dex had done was sit down and call his dad. At the most only ten minutes could've passed between then and now, right?

"Sure." Dex huffed out as his lungs contracted again.

"Alright, I'm going to go call Keefe. It'll just take me a minute, okay?"

Dex nodded and it felt like an eternity had passed before he heard the door reopen as the physician walked back in. "I think I'm gonna pass out." In fact, Dex wouldn't have been surprised if his body started up a seizure.

"I know, it's gonna be okay," Elwin soothed. "Is that your only symptom right now?"

"C- I can't breathe." Dex forced out. "My face is numb and everything is grey. Why is everything grey?"

"It's just low blood sugar."

Bex got low blood sugar sometimes. But she was never like this.

The room went quiet - aside from Dex's ragged breathing, for who knows how long. To him it felt like hours, but if he had to guess the most time that'd passed was five minutes before a gentle voice spoke from the door.

"Hey."

Dex's fingers retracted just enough to reveal his most-likely bloodshot eyes and a tiny whimper escaped him. "Hi."

Keefe flashed a small grin. In his hand was something that looked like it'd be pink had it not been for the current state of Dex's eyes. "I brought you something from lunch."

"When?..."

"Not long ago - just a few minutes." Keefe set down the ripplefluff on a small stand next to Dex's head. He took a hold of Dex's slowly relaxing elbow as another stubborn tear slipped out. "You okay?"

Wherever Elwin was, Dex didn't care anymore. His brain started turning the gears again. "I need a distraction. Just talk."

Keefe gave a thoughtful nod and looked up. "Dang. Usually I'm full of conversation, but you tell me to start speaking and it's all gone."

"Talk about Sophie or something."

"Why would I talk about Sophie? Oh! I got it!"

Dex watched the Empath curiously as he began playing with the fabric of Dex's shirt. His body had mostly relaxed by that point, though he was still jolting.

"About the thing, I didn't ask this because it's a super weird question, but how do you feel about laying on me? Or vice-versa?"

"What?" Dex's face scrunched up.

"It's just a question. Isn't that what way-too-touchy couples do? I don't know if or when we'd have to do something like that - it's just an idea. Well, a Ro idea, but still an idea."

"But we're not a way-too- touch- touchy couple."

Keefe shrugged. "I just figured it'd make it more realistic. We don't have to though - it's not do or die."

"No, it's okay. I think I'd be okay with it."

Keefe nodded. "What about the other way around?"

"Uh, pr- probably not."

"That's a good idea. I'm pretty sure I'd crush you. You about the weight of a feather."

"Rude."

"Oh yeah, Mr. I'm-Underweight-And-Get-Cold-Too-Easily?"

"Suck a slug."

Keefe snorted. "Nice insult. Why don't we sit you up?"

Dex sucked in a breath and nodded, letting Keefe put his hands on his back to help him. He groaned once he was back up again.

"What's wrong?"

"Dizzy."

He heard the sound of a wrapper, though he didn't realize what was happening until he turned his head away from the inside of his knees. "Just take a bite." Keefe prompted.

Slowly, Dex did as he was told before putting his head back down. "Keep talking."

"Uhh, okay, Batman."

"Batman?"

"Uh, yeah." Keefe said. "I need a full on costume. I mean, doesn't he sound cool? Bat-man. Like, he's a bat, but he's also a man."

Keefe Sencen was an idiot an Dex decided to tell him just that.

"Come on! It's awesome!"

Dex reached over to grab the ripplefluff, "No, it's weird. Imagine being a... Batelf."

Keefe put up his hands as though he were envisioning something great, "Batelf. Elf by day, bat by night."

"I don't think that's what Batman does." Dex informed him. He was having trouble keeping hold of the ripplefluff and Keefe had to reach over and hold his wrist to get him to stop enough to not drop the pastry.

"Maybe not Batman," Keefe admitted, "however it's definitely what Batelf does. I would know, for I am him."

"I didn't know you slept upside down - we may need to think out 'relationship' if that's the case."

Keefe chucked. "I'll make an exception just for you."