>>3821794Miles is already walking toward the injured teen, glaring daggers at his twin, opening his mouth to shout at him but he stops in his tracks when he realizes he RECOGNIZED the injured teen! "JOHN!?" Miles runs the rest of the way, ignoring his twins' angry protests, and crouches down to help him up, “Oh my god, are you okay!?” Still in shock, John can only mumble a wobbly and garbled, ‘H-Hey, Miles….’ from beneath his hand, unable to manage much from the blood rushing out from his nose and to the back of his throat. Miles immediately went to work and reached into his backpack, pulled out a handful of crumpled napkins, gently coaxed John's hand away, and quickly placed one over his bleeding nostrils– not caring that some blood got on his hands and sleeve, "Here, elevate your head and pinch your nose if you can, it'll coagulate the blood and make the bleeding stop faster." Once John had done what he said, Miles placed the rest of the napkins in John's other hand and began digging into his backpack again, "I have a bottle of water and some Tylenol I think. You're not allergic are you–"
Miles was cut off mid-sentence by his twin brother suddenly grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him away, the force causing the teen to slide comically backward along the park's pavement for a few moments. "Hey! What the f–! Let go!" A second later Miles finally regained his balance and stopped himself with a firm foot and hand on the pavement, “Dude, what the HELL is wrong with you!?” on the word ‘hell’ Miles ripped his hand out of his brother’s grip, stood back up, and gave his twin the angriest glare he could muster. His twin glared right back and it was like the two were standing in front of a very odd mirror.
