instead of benson having his panic attack at Miss Beard's new apartment, he has his panic attack right when he sees Mr Sheppard.

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Benson sees him passing by, mindlessly waving off the secretary that he'd see her next week. The 30 year old man cracked his neck and tried to look to the other side to avoid further contact of seeing him. He had remembers the man much younger and leaner had advanced onto him and that was enough for Benson to clench his fists rather tightly than anticipated as he was about to break. He hasn't seen Mr. Sheppard in years and it had such a hold on him ever since he was 8 years old. Benson had wet the bed often and had nightmares that he'd be gasping for breath. He was so unable to function at the rate of this man. Benson's episodes were pretty bad when it came to him so his stomach was already feeling as how it always had when he'd see Mr. Shepherd. The woman has disappeared to go find the address and Benson stumbled over towards the doors and rushed towards the side of the school, Benson dry heaved, bent over
just in time to retch up stomach bile and what he had earlier. It tasted like shit and burned like hell, getting into his nose. Breathing heavily, Benson spit into the mess on the ground, shakily heaving again as he managed to slowly sat up to lean against his car, his jelly legs struggling to hold himself up. He kept his gaze down as he crossed his arms, digging his nails into his skin and trying to calm his breathing.

Randy's beat up shoes moved into view as he shoved the address in Benson's face. "Got it."

Benson grunted.

"You okay?"

Benson felt himself start to shake his head.

"Hey," Randy tried to say as Benson immediately grew hostile and he slapped Randy across the face. "Don't touch me." Benson snarled with a shaky tremor in his voice.

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