Although stress was not detectable through scent, sweat was. Marina had been making her way through the school when the salty scent wafted through the air. Although, normally, that would be a natural occurrence what with student athletes and such but she was fairly certain that there were no such activities going on at this time. Additionally, she wasn't anywhere near the gymnasium when it came to the building's layout but the smell was strong. Flaring her nostrils to better determine the source of the scent, the vampire decided to take a detour. To hell with meetings, they barely listened to her anyways. She still had a half an hour, anyways. She over-prepared for these types of things.
Rounding a corner, the female scanned the area, her violet irises piercing through the semi-darkness of the hallway. There, she spotted him. A small body, pressed against the side of a wall, unmoving. Clearly, something was bothering him. She could see his hands shaking, heard his ragged breathing. Slowly, she would approach him, allowing her flats to make a bit of noise on the tile floor so he would hear her coming. She didn't want to scare him by suddenly speaking or touching him without making some noise first.
She would stop a foot or so away from him and crouch down to look at him. "Hey kiddo, you okay?" she would ask, purposely making her voice soft so that she wouldn't scare him. She could tell he was really wigged out. If he didn't want to talk to her, she could just leave him be. No harm, no foul. However, she couldn't just ignore him.
James sat slumped against a wall, the waves of panic fading, he'd managed to hide the panic attacks. No one knew, not his friends, his his teachers, no one. Well, no one except Shadow, who frankly had no idea how to calm or help his host.