Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Nico x Hahvoc Oliver's hands froze on the bandages, wide eyes flicking up to meet Lowell's briefly, before they dropped again. N-no! W-what? No. His puff of exclamation came out slightly higher pitched than he wished, and Oliver winced. He quickly stuffed the gauze and bandages into the medical kit. He shut his mouth, keeping his lips pressed tightly closed in a thin line as he packed up. Such a fuck-up. He couldn't even deal with his own head, much less the stress of a convicted felon -- the man who had been plaguing his nightmares for months -- living beside him in his house! He must be going crazy. So much for becoming a qualified therapist. Liking what he saw? Pah! Now way. He would diagnose himself as marching on mental. Oliver's eyes snapped back up to his Kerrigan's at the next comment, settling this time with a shameless determination on the grey eyes. No way. I won't allow that. Oliver's tone was final. Making someone injured sleep on that small, uncomfortable couch? No. He couldn't let him. Even if Lowell was imposing in more than one usage of the word.. Even if he wanted Lowell gone as soon as possible. He couldn't allow that. You sleep here. You'll heal faster, and it will be better for your He coughed the next word slightly, speeding over it, back. Don't worry, I'll be fine. He gave Lowell what he tried to pull off as a reassuring smile, but it probably looked more like he was being strangled. He needed to get out of the room. He couldn't breathe. After a few seconds, Oliver quickly stood, I really have to go. I'll be back in a couple of hours. If you get hungry, there is food in the fridge He paused, looking down at the man in his bed, so familiar and yet so foreign, and then turned on his heel to leave. ---- Oliver sunk onto the bench silently, not caring that the cold dew soaked through the bottom of his jeans. The middle of the park was deserted. Here he could be alone. Oliver looked around, taking in deep breaths-- which seemed to be getting steadily shallower. The trees were beautiful today. Oh look was that a squirrel? How cute- Ahhhhh - The desperate, sobbed moan escaped his throat with a rip as his head sunk heavily to his hands. Elbows balanced on his thighs, Oliver stared down at the wet blades of grass between his shoes. I am SO fucked. What the hell was he DOING? His head throbbed. He needed to call the police. Right now. RIGHT- but he couldn't. He couldn't move. He had stood for a good thirty minutes in front of that pay phone beeping receiver in his hand, but his finger's hadn't moved. Finally, he had put it back in it's slot cutting off the sound of possible connection to anyone that could save him. Somehow he now found himself on this bench, probably looking just as miserable as any of the vagrants that lived within the park. For fuck's sake, Oliver. The hissed sentence ended there. Great, now he was talking to himself out loud. Definitely mad. Hands ran through his hair, and he sat back, watching the morning sun climb higher. It wasn't too late. It wasn't too late Not too late I can't turn him in. The truth of the thought froze him in place. I can't. He wanted to. Oh, so badly but he knew somehow he wouldn't be able to. There was something in his chest, a weight, that would not allow him to call for the cops. Guilt. So this is what that felt like. Those types of decisions. It was so much easier to sit on the other side of the glass and judge someone for their choices. In person, these decisions became something that was harder by tenfold than what he ever had written down on paper. What do I do? That was the maddening question. He felt hopeless and trapped. I have to make this... all better. And how would he do that? Oliver thought with a chagrined smile. Lowell was by far, his greatest nightmare. It only made it worse that he was actually real, and now he was sleeping in his room. Shit. Oliver stood, stuffing his hands far down into his pockets. He needed to walk this off. He didn't look down at his watch. He wouldn't return home for a couple of more hours and from there he wasn't sure what he'd do.