Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Oliver walked past the bathroom after a while, picking up the clothes that had been left just outside the door. Throwing them into a pastil bag, he tied it tight, then threw the bloody package into the trash outside. Damn it Lowell. If I get charged with assisted murder He couldn't help but chuckle as he hurried back inside. As grim and fucked up as the thoughts were, everything had been so messed up until now, he couldn't help but soften it a little with humor. It was the only way he was going to stay sane with a possible murderer and convicted felon in his house. Standing in the kitchen, Oliver debated turning on the radio again. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know exactly what Lowell had done. After a few moments of warring with himself, the choice was made for him as he heard the bathroom door open. No, he couldn't turn on the radio. Not with Lowell here. He didn't want to shock him with any information at such a unstable time. Trudging towards the bathroom, Oliver saw it was empty, and the door to his room was slightly ajar. Good. Lowell would find the clothes then. Oliver cleaned the bathroom, spraying down the tub with caustic shower-cleaner, just in case, and decided to trash the faintly-pink washcloth as well. Opening the cabinet above the sink for bandages, he noticed that his razor was a little out of place, and wet. Lowell had shaved? Oliver frowned. He stopped in front of his bedroom door, not entirely sure why he was hesitating. Instead of entering, he peered through the crack, and immediately wished he hadn't. The sight of Lowell's nude, wet body met his eyes he had his back to him, perfectly sculpted. The only thing that marred Lowell's presence and poise was the slight limp and the big livid bruises that were dark against the pale skin of his shoulders and lower back. Oliver's mouth went dry and his eyes wide. Turning immediately away from the sight, he recognized the familiar feeling of blood pooling down to his stomach. Shit shit shit, what the hell is wrong with you?! He thought furiously, trying to calm himself and his embarrassment. Putting a hand to his forehead, he dragged it down his face slowly. Get a hold on yourself. This is just stress. He waited a few minuets, staring at the ceiling. Suspicion rose in him as he stood in the hall, trying to breathe quietly. Wait. What was he doing? Had he been looking through his things? Annoyed, Oliver snuck another peek, only to be met by Lowell's completely bare, sexy backside as his old patient pulled on the sweatpants. GUAH! Cursing his reaction in ernest now and completely frustrated with himself, Oliver waited two extremely long minutes before he pushed the door open and walked inside. I hope you feel better, he said, putting the bandages and hydrogen peroxide on the nightstand next to the bed. He paused, frowning only a slight bit as he looked away from Lowell's face. He looked far too familiar now that his short beard was gone. Do you mind laying back so I can disinfect your cuts? Oliver tried to ignore how he could easily see Lowell's chest as he hadn't zipped up the hoodie all the way. Turning sharply, he kept his eyes on his own hands. He made sure Lowell had his feet proper up on the bed, before dabbing a bit of peroxide onto the cut on his forehead and setting to work on the lacerations on his feet. He was careful to clean away the pieces of dirt and little bits of gravel that had stuck to dried blood. It was a little awkward, but from what he had seen, Lowell would do well to rest and recover, not to strain himself. He smiled, trying to be friendly. They're scabbing up, that's good. You heal quickly, He said, as he reached over Lowell for the bandages. Oliver wrapped them gently around his feet, before looking up at him, unfortunately, there's nothing I can do for the bruising on your back- Shit! He stopped, dropping his head immediately in embarrassment and blushed fiercely, trying to think of anything to cover up what he just said. It had been a slip- Lowell hadn't shown him his back. Um, anyway, I know you're tired, so you should just crash for now. You can use my bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch. Plus, I have to go into work soon- He lied. It was saturday, and he didn't work until monday.