It was idiotic of him even to come here. Completely idiotic. What were doctors going to do for him? They don't know anything about this...nonsense, this idiocy. They practice medicine, honest medicine, real medicine, not this foolishness and mumbo-jumbo, this quasi-mystical illogic. Doctors belong to the world of reason and rationality; but he's been banished to the realm of superheroes.
Most days, that's just enough to cause him a bit of frustration, perhaps enough to make him roll his eyes. Today, though - today, it's enough to make him scream. It's enough to make him feel like he ought to just let his knees fold in so that he can fall down the stairs and bring an end to it all. This isn't a superpower, it's a damned curse, and there's no help for it; three people, now, three people he's hurt; would that he could cut off his hand before hurting another, would that he could cut off his head - He just wants it to stop -
He clatters down another flight of stairs. Rounds the corner; someone's sitting there. Normally, he'd stop and offer help, but like this he's afraid he'd destroy them. They're breathing and alive, conscious, not in pain; that's enough; he's not going to disturb her. He's just going to leave her be. Better for her that way.
So he doesn't even speak to her. Instead, he just pushes past, not making eye contact, steering as clear as possible; his foot (shod) brushes for a fraction of a second against hers (likewise shod), but that shouldn't be enough to do damage.
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Most days, that's just enough to cause him a bit of frustration, perhaps enough to make him roll his eyes. Today, though - today, it's enough to make him scream. It's enough to make him feel like he ought to just let his knees fold in so that he can fall down the stairs and bring an end to it all. This isn't a superpower, it's a damned curse, and there's no help for it; three people, now, three people he's hurt; would that he could cut off his hand before hurting another, would that he could cut off his head - He just wants it to stop -
He clatters down another flight of stairs. Rounds the corner; someone's sitting there. Normally, he'd stop and offer help, but like this he's afraid he'd destroy them. They're breathing and alive, conscious, not in pain; that's enough; he's not going to disturb her. He's just going to leave her be. Better for her that way.
So he doesn't even speak to her. Instead, he just pushes past, not making eye contact, steering as clear as possible; his foot (shod) brushes for a fraction of a second against hers (likewise shod), but that shouldn't be enough to do damage.