This older kid looking all panicky was making Clint feel kind of panicky, which in turn made him kind of mad because he didn't like feeling anxious and it happened enough as it was and it wasn't fair that it wasn't even his own fault this time. He stood up completely, but since he'd always been kinda small, it wasn't like it made a huge difference for how tall the stupid bed was. He glanced down and missed even more of what the other kid was saying, but Clint was starting to think he was kinda dumb or something anyway, so maybe there was no real point in hearing (seeing) it anyway.
School -- Dead ??? People?? "Who's dead?!" he asked, feeling kind of sick himself now, because if he was talking about Barney. No. That wasn't right. Couldn't be anyway. This kid was probably just some jerk trying to mess with him. There was no other reason he'd be holding up a stick other than to be completely weird, anyway. "Who are you?"