The chemistry lab is rapidly emptying as people move on to other things. The teacher is attempting to arrange her body in a less dangerous manner, alone.

Edie snarls, low in her throat.

The teacher starts, but most students continue walking.

"Can you help, please? I knew she had epilepsy but this is more than I expected..."

"Yes, of course." She comes over.

Getting her into a safe position is easier with two people, but it's still difficult to do in a chemistry lab.

The teacher doesn't particularly seem to know what he's doing.

Edie doesn't either but there is the internet to consult.

The teacher will trust her arcane wisdom.

They get the girl onto her side.

By then, it already seems to be subsiding.

She starts to breathe normally again.

"Are you okay?" Edie asks when she looks recovered enough to talk.

"Fine. This happens a lot."

The teacher stands, muttering something vague about handing out detentions, and leaves them alone.

"Okay. Do you need anything?"

"Punch the one with the camera for me? This will give them fodder for weeks."

"It will be my sincere pleasure. Fodder?"

"For whatever joke they're going to use now. Hopefully no one goes for pig's blood. It's not even the right motif."

"What?"

"It's not usually that bad, just some teasing. Scott will probably feel guilty he wasn't there to stop them filming and get me a present, so it works out. Seriously, I'm fine. This is how high school works."

"I wonder if it's even legal to film someone like that and distribute it without their consent. I think I ought to find out."

"...if you want. I'm not sure it's a good idea to escalate. If they don't do anything, it'll just get worse."

"Mm. I see your point. Something has to be done, though, this is not acceptable."

"If you feel like telling at some teenagers, be my guest. They just know which kids they can target."

"There should not be a set of kids they can target."

"I didn't invent the concept of popularity or useless administrators. I've just learned to accept them."

"Well. I have not."

"...thanks. I don't think it'll help, but thanks for offering. We should get going."

"Yeah, okay."