I wipe down Oko’s wound.
Oko doesn’t gaze down. He’s too busy staring off in the distance—or in other words, the corner of the room.
I try to follow his gaze. But, it leads me to nothing.
I gaze back to him.
I try to make small talk.
“Gabriel said your name was Oko Martinez. That’s true, right?” I ask.
Oko nods slightly. But, he does nothing more.
I smile slightly. “I’m Izak al Nimr.”
Oko says nothing.
“Something on your mind?” I ask him based on his expression.
“I guess you could say that.”
“What?”
Oko sighs. “It’s Laz.”
“What about him?” I question with raised eyebrows.
“He and Gregory called the task force on me for being asexual. But, Gregory said that Laz had no actual part in it,” Oko begins.
“What?” I’m slightly confused.
“Gregory said Laz was being mind controlled. I honestly don’t know by who, but, it was still someone.” Oko pauses for a second before continuing again. “But, he’s not the same boy I knew. He looks like he’s seen a thing or two. He looks traumatized.”
I ask him, “Have you tried talking to Laszlo again? Seeing what’s happened?”
Oko shakes his head. “I haven’t. And I wouldn’t. I just can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
Oko gazes down to me with a pained expression. “I don’t know! Pick one!”
I sigh. I gaze back down to Oko’s leg. “Now, I’ll remove the bullet.”
“Okay.” Oko simply says.
“Are you ready?” I ask to be nice.
“Duh.”
I take the pliers and infiltrate the wound.
“Now where are you…? Ah-ha!”
The tool grasps around the bullet and I begin to tug.
Oko winces and little bit.
And the more I tug, the more Oko seems to be pained.
Then, it comes loose from the bone.
I pull the pliers back and the bullet comes back.
I drop the bloody bullet on the glass tray beside me. The same with the pliers.
“Are you okay, Oko?”
Oko says, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Lies. He’s still in pain.
“Now, I’m going to stitch up the wound,” I tell him.
Oko nods. “Alright.”
Oko had asked me prior to explain each thing I’d do for him.
I start stitching up his wound.
And in about five minutes, it’s stitched up.
“Is that all?” Oko asks me.
I nod. “Yeah that’s all. But, to be safe, I suggest you sit in this chair for an hour—at least.”
Oko gives me the look of ‘yeah, right. I’m totally not gonna do that’.
“Doctor’s orders,” I remind him as I stand up.
“Okay doctor. Thank you, um...Ian.”
“Izak.” I correct.
Oko says, “Whatever; I’m not good with names anyway.”
I glance at Laszlo and then back at Oko. “You know what I said about talking to Laz?”
“Yeah,” he nods.
“I’d suggest you speak to him soon, Oko. Because the state he looks to be in, he might not make it through the night.”
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Shattered ✓ (BxB)
Teen Fiction16-year-old Obsidian Yakivev lives in a society that believes in the idea of homosexuality to be nothing other than a rare sickness. But Obsidian finds out he is attracted to other men. Whenever people find out they have this "illness" they must rep...
