The son of Aladdin and Jasmine

Chapter 8

Aziz jolted up, feeling someone's hands on his shoulders, shaking him slightly. He jerked away the best he could, not quite being able to register who was touching  him. All he knew was that he was wearing a tank top and those hands were making contact with his bare skin.

"Jay, back up," A voice hissed as Aziz felt the hands leave, "Give him space."

"Aziz, relax, ok?" Another voice said, trying to sound calm, "You're safe now. You're awake."

Aziz's breathing was still sporadic. He couldn't get air into his lungs. Of course, his thrashing and the way he jolted up didn't help with the injuries that were still very much fresh. The pain the shot through his body caused a loud cry of pain to escape him, effectively stilling his movements.

The pain was effectively able to jolt him out of his panic.

"Aziz?" A voice that he could now recognize as Mal, asked gently, "Are you ok?"

"Did you guys see that?" Aziz asked, wincing at how his voice sounded.

He knew the answer, and he was dreading their response. 

They saw how weak he was.

Mal's lips pursed as she glanced up at Jay before the both of them nodded.

"Fuck," was all Aziz was able to get out as he felt tears welling up in his eyes, again.

"Hey, it's ok," Jay said, sitting on the bed.

He was at the foot of it, keeping distance from him. 

"Is that nightmare common?" He asked, his voice soft, "Is that why you don't sleep that well?"

Aziz nodded, not being able to get his voice to cooperate with him. 

"Do you want us to get your parents-"

"No!" He yelped out, cutting Mal off. 

Both VK's looked fairly surprised at the outburst before Jay nodded. 

"Alright, we won't get your parents," He said, "What about a doctor? You might have injured yourself more with the way you shot up."

Aziz shook his head, his head swarming with what they must be thinking.

They must think he was pathetic. He didn't fight back, he didn't say anything. He let that man drag him around.

Mal must have seen his face as she sat on the bed a bit closer and hovered a hand over his, looking to him for permission before touching him. Aziz nodded and she took his hand is hers. 

"Is that man someone you know?" She asked, "Someone from your past?"

Aziz nodded.

"He was a doctor at the asylum," He told them, "He-"

"You don't have to tell us," Jay said, quickly cutting him off, "That isn't something you should feel obligated to tell us."

"How old were you?" Mal asked, "When he... hurt you."

"I don't know," Aziz admitted, quietly, "8? 9, maybe?"

"It's not your fault, you know," Jay told him, "Believe me it is not your fault."

"I froze..."

"Hey, hey, don't feel bad," Mal said, softly, "You don't have to continue. Do you want us to leave?"

Aziz shook his head.

"No I just..." He started, looking for the words, "Talk about something else. Distract me. Please."

"Alright," Jay said with a nod, "You talked to Harry. How did that feel?"

"It was loud," Aziz said, tilting his head, "The noise downstairs. Harry's voice was soft."

"Soft?" Mal said, raising an eyebrow, "I've never heard him be soft before."

"He talks a lot quieter to people he likes," Jay explained quickly, "He doesn't want to spook them."

"Of course you'd know," Mal snorted, before a sly smirk spread across her face, "You were blushing an awful lot, Aziz."

"I was not," He said, though he could feel his cheeks warm up. 

"It's a shame you won't be able to meet him," Mal hummed, "With him being on the Isle and all."

"I wouldn't say that's a bad thing," Jay said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on, Jay, he isn't that bad," Mal said, rolling her eyes right back at him.

"You didn't date him."

"Gotta say, he looked a lot hotter in his bed," Aziz said without thinking, the blush on his face growing deeper as he realized what he said.

"Aziz-"