Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

End [13]

End. I would make sure the bullying would end.

We go to the cafeteria for dinner later that day, and, immediately, I begin to notice more. I notice all of the glares, the noses turned up and curled lips. And there is no reason for it. Why should he be any different?

He is the same as anyone else here, and that means he should be treated the same. It isn't fair the way it's happening now.

I bring him to our normal seats and tell him to sit down, telling him that I'd be right back. He gets a nervous look in his eye, but nods anyway, chewing on his bottom lip.

I make my way to the table of patients who were talking about him last time--I notice as their muscles tense at the sight of me. Once again, I politely ask them to stop whatever they're doing to make him uncomfortable, and they nod--I need not tell them what will happen if they don't. I inform them that if it happens again, I will not hesitate to contact someone, and they nod once again.

I thank them and walk back. I doubt that it won't happen again, but at least I put an end to it for now.

I sit back in front of him a few minutes later, two plates of food in my hand. And we talk and eat.