Morgan stared at him for a moment, and gently squeezed his hand. "Babe?" She asked softly, clearly becoming more concerned. She didn't know what was happening, not at all.

After a few minutes of this, Caleb's eyesight came back and Morgan's mental panic hitting him like a train. "Morgan....please calm down..." He said, wincing a bit at the headache he now had. "You're being quite loud..." He added

Morgan sat for a few moments, her thoughts running wild. He looked awful... so cold and pale. She was about ready to go and get someone when he spoke, finally. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes. "Caleb, I haven't said anything ," she murmured quietly after a moment or two. "Are you okay?" She asked, her mind still whirling.

"Your mental voice....it's screaming..." He said softly, searching her eyes. "Yeah, i'm fine....I think..." He answered, nodding. "It was wierd. My eyesight slowly left and I couldn't read your thoughts the entire time." He explained. "I was dizzy and could hardly feel you holding my hands." He added after a moment

Morgan stared at him, and sort of squeezed his hand. Her thoughts were.. screaming? How could she quieten them down? Make him comfortable again? She needed to fix it, now, make him feel better. She drew in a soft breath, trying to clear her mind but really nothing came of it. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly. She frowned when he explained. She handed him the bar she'd gotten before. "Eat something for me," she murmured quietly. "I don't know what that was about," she murmured softly. "Maybe you should go see someone..."

"No....I don't want to see anyone..." He said, shaking his head and taking the bar. He ate it in silence, trying his best to ignore Morgan's thoughts

Morgan looked at him, taking the wrapper and popping it in the bin. She tried to occupy herself the best she could, keep her thought to herself the very best she could. She went to lay down next to him, her brows pinching together. "Has this happened before?" She asked quietly.

Caleb nodded his head, thinking about why that might have happened. "It happened once when I was really young, probably 5 or 6.... My mother had used knives for the first time and she had stabbed me in my leg." He explained

Morgan cocked her head softly after a moment and nodded. "Are you allergic to anything?" She asked softly. It looked like he'd had a flash migraine of sorts... low iron? Maybe he'd had a weird head rush. "You've lost a lot of blood recently... I'd just go to sleep if I were you. See how you feel later. You need to get out the house," she murmured quietly, going to open another window to let some air in.

"No, i'm fine. Please don't worry about me." He said softly, shaking his head a bit. "I need to keep my grades up though, so I should probably go to school sooner than latter." He mused