It came down like a lightning bolt, without Lerisia having time to blink. Such was the reaction of seeing Dr. Isaac collapse with such speed that Lerisia responded back with a scream. "Doctor!!!" she heard her voice echoes in the office, sending the waves of horror from her mouth beyond the walls as she extended her hand onto Isaac's left shoulder and ran to his side.  Isaac's body was reacting with several convulsions and with each convulsion, Lerisia's fear and insecurity grew. This was not good. She had to do something, and must be quick. Dessesperation was dominating her quickly and she felt her heart racing. Lerisia hold Isaac's hand, as in wanting to let him know she was there, yet she could not do anything to help him. 911. That was it! Call an ambulance! or perhaps the Sheriff! anyone would do! Lerisia quickly looked around for the phone and was ready to let go of Isaac when his voice, embodied with suffering, stopped her. "Special case on his office" he said. Lerisia let a soft "What?" as to why reach for it, but it didn't take her too long to think that perhaps it was medicine. She felt the jolt that attacked him once again. Her lips trembling of fear and almost called his name. With that same impulse, she saw Dr. Richards rise with effort, on his feet. Lerisia helped him, fearing that he might fall once again. "Please, stay seated!" she begged him." You can't just move while you're having a hear-" but Dr. Richard's affliction force him to speak once again, slamming his hand on the desk to make it clear to Lerisia what he said.<br/><br/>"Please! Bring it Here!!!"<br/><br/>There was no time.  Lerisia slowly backed away from the tormented man, careful not to make him fall, and just ran to the inside of his office. Once there, she looked around rather nervously. "Sh*t, where it could be..." she brushed her hair backwards with her hand, not knowing where to start. She went to the book stand, then to the desk. She quickly went to search every drawer box available. "Please...please..." Lerisia murmured to herself. "please let me find you...". It was when she saw an unusual box, looked more like a case as Dr. Richards described it. "Oh god...." she quickly grabbed the damn thing and ran towards the reception room, not before bumping with some things on her way, hurting herself. That didn't matter to her. As of now, she was more concerned on saving someone's life. Lerisia appeared once again in front of Dr. Richard, who was probably in worse condition than a few moments ago. Lerisia kneel down to his side, grabbing him by the side. " I got it!"<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">___________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Jon began to slow down the more he was away from his step-sister. He made sure to look back to see that he was as far as he could. He was far enough to not see them, in fact, he was not even paying attention to the road and ended up farther than he wanted. His breathing was rapidly decreasing as he felt more relaxed in his mind. His head fought his heart, which rarely occurs even around his possessive step-sister. He could have seen her fake peppy face that was silently laughing at his face, as if she knew that he was an idiot. Jon slowly raised his hand on to the side of his face. It was trembling. He felt he had to hold it, closing his fingers into a fist,  before freeing his emotions to the open air of Everspring. The image was enough to see the darkness that he feels towards the thought of a spoiled princess with her puppet doll adult. Anyone would call him unfair and blind with rage, thought it did not matter. People give their best impressions at public when they release their inner self with those who become close enough. Jon wasn't like that. He loved freedom and he loved to be able to scream the word "Sh*t" whenever he liked it. He likes the smell of fire, the furious winds of storms, and the pain of his fists after beating someone to all hell. He enjoyed it being himself because that's what when he was at his best.<br/><br/>Jon shakes his head to push his thoughts aside and looking up, he kept walking in a more subtle yet firm pace. His eyes moved in every direction, even when he found his vision to be a little hazy at the time and his breath still running hot from his mouth. Looking around, he found the place to be quite isolated. A few homes and less businesses around, more green and street, and by far what it looked like a Well in the far left. Jon stopped for a moment, his eyes focusing in the left. A well? on this town? He lived in the city his entire life so for him is kind of rare to see one, he should not be surprised but somehow, he found it fascinated. Perhaps it was a good place to check out now that he is free to explore the rest of the town. Ever since he arrived to Everspring he dedicated some time walking around the town, trying to memorize every shop, every home, and some other interesting places. Jon looks to his left, then to his right. He turns to see the path from when he came. No one. Good. Turning to the direction of the well, Jon adjusts his backpack and starts walking towards it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The whimsical sound of his voice penetrated into frustrated little Hannes like a needle. No turning, she hears his apology and took it as an insult. Her eyes close, letting a silent sigh go as her head moved slightly to the side. Incredible, she thought. He has the audacity to apologize yet he finds it funny, or at least that's how the youthful Hannes interpret the apology. Little Hannes knows sarcasm right away; sassy behavior wasn't a stranger to her, mostly because of her friends back in New York City. Though Everspring is vastly different from her old home, it seems people of that kind exists in this forsaken town. Now....little Hannes had one more thing in her mind that was the second thing to bother her: Where the hell does he come from? Hannes turns to face him once more, his appeal intriguing her more and more. Her eyes did shine from the colors of red and white that he wore, such fashion moved her. She had to give him the compliment for choosing a wardrobe that goes with his hair and his eyes....that looked like a girl's! Holy cow. Was cute little Hannes really heard a boy's voice? Hannes frowned her eyes a bit until he spoke saying something that really shook her.<br/><br/>"Are you mad? or are you scare?"<br/><br/>What? WHAT? Hannes's honey eyes grew big at the question. She was mad, indeed, but scared? of him? that's just add more salt to the insult. What a cocky little clown he was! how dare he ask such stupid questions. Hannes looked at him, she felt her hair moving to the side by a sudden breeze and her face sending him the answer. "You are as weird as this town...and a bit of a prick." her lips let out a soft and determined tone. Oh, Hannes knows better! that she must not get carry away by the stranger in front of her. "Have they never told you to said 'excuse me' before coming in between two people?" She at the least knew he came out of nowhere and in between. Could be that the sudden chill came from him? Noooooo, that's stupid! Hannes has felt these before and she is convinced is due to the tension between her and her family.