Shit. Shit! Why him, why this? He snatched another handful of paper towels out of the dispenser, shoving them at his nose to try to staunch the bleeding, or at least keep it from dripping all over himself. He sank into a crouch, trying to conserve energy so he could divert it all to keeping himself from freaking out.

It wasn't really working, because jesus christ he was freaking out.

"How do you think I feel?!" It was practically screamed, his voice shaking. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths, his head sinking between his knees. He couldn't lose it like this, not in front of this jackass. The guy probably wouldn't care even if he did end up making Russel bleed to death.