Nosebleed- n. Bleeding from the nose; nasal hemmorrage; epistaxis

There were certain things that Simon didn't mind about being epileptic. There were just certin things he could live with, and certain things he coudln't. It was life, and it was normal. For instance, he could live with the fact that he was ridiculed everytime he 'threw a faint' ( He had always felt that Jack said that with an undertone of maliciousnes in his voice, perhaps because he held Roger's attention more these days?) He had grown accustmoed to the mocking jeers and insults thrown at him. The snickers behind his back did not affect him the way the snickerers wanted them to. The scoffs thrown at him did not injure him the least at all, and he did not waver or wince in any sense.

Another thing he could live with: the actual fainting. When he passed into one of his "times" ( he had always thought that had sounded more polite than fit) were actually some of the most peaceful times he could enjoy, without having to go off by himself, and bake in the heat of the sun.

But there were also certain things he couldn't live with. The nosebleeds were horrific, as well as embarressing, he had never been one to be publicly exploited, and he couldn't stand them. He had noticed that he always tended to get them when he was nervous or under pressure.

For example, the fact that Roger's hand was currently on his knee was bringing on a rather heavy dizzy spell, and he couldn't quite figure out if it was because he was nervous, or because one of his 'times' were coming on.

That's when he heard it. A loud 'pop'. Dismissing it as nothing, he tried to scoot away from Roger who would not allow it, his hand was clamped down, and he wasn't able to move it.

Soon enough, He felt Roger, pull away, a look of oncern on his face. Then he felt a small trickle down his upper lip.

" Oh... I'm sorry. Roger, it's just a nose bleed." he said, clamping his hand over the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Listen, Simon, I have to uh- go." Roger said quietly, getting up. and making his way through the bushes.

No, Simon couldn't live with the nosebleeds.