Diffusing the bomb (EVENT)

<div align=center>"Well, I guess I hafta since your polite." It wasn't like he didn't do stuff he wasn't supposed to do before. He nodded at Bill's request, pulling a sheet of paper from the desk. These passes were for emergencies, but if it meant a kid would be safe and in one place that counted as an emergency for him. The teacher filled out the pass quickly, scribbling down information before handing it to the young man. "Here. I'll email your teachers if I hafta if they have concerns." He smiled, going back to lean in his chair. The relaxed atmosphere it seemed died down soon at the further mention at funerals.

Realizing later than he should have that this may be a touchy subject for Bill, Leeroy bit his lip as he tried to figure out the best course of telling him. After all, he almost had to go to one if Gabe wasn't mysteriously resurrected. But even without that there still seemed to be a trail of death going around this year... And in recalling that teacher meeting that only became more apparent. "I ain't allowed ta say much, ta tell ya the truth..." Leeroy began in a bit of a reluctant grumble on his behalf. "Kids have just been droppin like flies this year cuz of accidents and such. Things get out of hand, someone gets hurt or they end up dead. It happened ta three... Four students this year..?" He shrugged. "I've been here for over a decade and if ma memory doesn't fail me I'd say that's a record... A tragic one, but still." Though he didn't want to mention names, he was sure Bill could find out whatever else he wanted by spread rumors. People in this school talked, and if one students hurt another or themselves it spread like wildfire. Maybe it was good though that he didn't seem to know. He didn't want the guy to be both sick and sad at the same time.

"I doubt the sickness itself is fatal. Flus come'n go here all the time. It's the side effects I'm concerned 'bout." The side note however was detracted as he looked back at Bill, the weary older man hoping he had and is being somewhat of a help. "Anythin else I can help ya with? No rush, cause ain't nobody seemin like they're gonna be outta their dorms more than they hafta. Ain't even gonna visit me. Shame."</div>

<div align=center>Despite his growing feeling of illness and discomfort he was glad to help, even if it was just by making the boy smile a bit. These times were rough, and already there was hostility going around as well as accusations. Who infected who, what species was responsible, etc. Though he fortunately hadn't had to break up fights yet, there was a strong possibility the cafeteria tomorrow wouldn't be the most peaceful of places.

"Good point." Leeroy admitted in a staggered cough, enough to rock his usual sturdy body. Really he was in no shape to try to prevent outbursts. All he could do was offer medicine and advice, both bring someone else's job. But sitting around like a sick baby at his own house wasn't his style. "Pardon me for bein all gross n sick right now. I shouldn't even be helpin, or at least others have reckoned me not to. But sittin around if borin. I ain't so used to bein in one place all the time, y'know." He almost sort of rambled absent-mindedly as he searched for some sort of tea or something to offer. Surely there had to be something..

"Dontcha worry son, Gabe's a good guy. I'm sure he'll help take care of ya or somethin." As soon as he reaffirmed him however it was made clear that it wasn't Bill's voice that stated the concern. Was it... "Huh?" He turned around from the drawer, looking at the student across of him. Clearly, it looked like Bill had experienced the same thing. Hopefully unintentional telepathy wasn't something that was a side effect to the virus. "Is it, uh... S'posed ta do that? I heard what you were thinkin and-" Wait a minute. Though not accusatory or even necessarily mad, the gym teacher raised his brow in suspicion. "You weren't snoopin around in here, were ya?" He asked, gesturing to his head. It was either he really wanted to learn the secret or his powers were starting to freak out. Either way he probably needed to have a talk with him. </div>