A Nurse's Healing Touch

Chapter 2: Beaten and Bruised

-Oliver's POV-

Lyla walks with me most of the way but eventually we have to separate because her house is just opposite of mine. I walk across the crosswalk and to the opening of my apartment building. I start walking up the stairs to my place when I hear a familiar voice speak to me. "Well well well, if it isn't the bitch who thinks they can get away from me?" My heart beats speed up and tears begin welling up in my eyes as I can't bear to turn around to face him.

He doesn't waste any time and instead roughly grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him. Just as I thought it was the one man I feared, Connor. The big tiger anthro stood a good two feet taller than me, with his menacing smirk. I can't bring myself to look at him in the eyes, instead I choose to stare at the ground.

"Is the little bitch boy not gonna talk to his boyfriend?" I don't speak because I know if I do it's only gonna be worse. After a second of silence a blur of orange hits me in my face. From the impact I hit the ground hard and the familiar taste of blood fills my mouth. Tears of fear and pain cascade down my face like a waterfall at this point. Even with the pain I attempt to crawl with my arms and elbows towards the safety of my home, but Connor kicks me in the stomach knocking the breath out of me.

The hopelessness starts setting in as I begin to realize no matter what at this point I know no one is going to save me. "Little bitch Oliver thinks that a little restraining order and an overprotective boss is gonna save him. I don't think so, because if I can't have you no one can." After he says that he kicks me again, but this time the kick had enough force to not only force blood out of my mouth but also hurl me down the stairs.

My weak body tumbles down the concrete stairs, and whines leave me as I can feel the snaps of bones in my brittle body. I can't move, I can't scream, and catch a breath anymore. More blood was pouring out of my mouth than oxygen going into my lungs. My vision goes into complete blur but I can hear the rhythmic sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Following the sound of footsteps is the sound of Connor speaking, "now just fucking lay there and die, like the good fucking bitch you are." I follow that up by the sound of him spitting on me, before I hear his footsteps walking away. I lay there and eventually I hear the sounds of more footsteps coming down the stairs, whoever they are frantically approaching me. I hear a female voice scream, "call 911." I feel a warmth on my neck right before I lose consciousness.

-Logan's POV-

I rush to the doors of the emergency room as an ambulance quickly pulls up with the sirens blaring. According to the call we got there was a young human male that was brutally beaten, and the last thing we heard was that he wasn't breathing on his own.

The doors fly open and I walk alongside the doctor. "What do we know?" The doctor asks. The ambulance driver basically tells us he is in the same condition. I get a good look at the patient and my mouth automatically drops. "Oliver, oh my god that's Oliver." I say to the doctor that I have grown accustomed to working with. He looks at me, "oh so you know this young man?" I nod and watch as his beaten body is still being rolled to a room.

The doctor looks at me, "well it looks like Oliver was beaten extremely badly. He has a broken arm, fractured hip, femur, skull, and broken rip that has now punctured his lung." A tear rolls down my face at that news, and the doctor clearly notices my anguish, "Logan how about you go pull any records of him, so we can contact any of his family." I nod and go to the filing room.

Once I finally find his file I'm shocked to find that his mother, father, older brother, and older sister all passed away when he was just a toddler in a house fire. To make matters even worse his grandmother who took custody of him after the tragedy of his parents, passed away due to natural causes. There is no other way to say it, Oliver is all alone in the world.

As I continue to look through his file I see something interesting, it's a restraining order against Connor, the very same Connor that Oliver was dating all through high school. Not to mention the reasoning behind the orders was because of domestic violence. A single tear rolls down my face as I read his file, I don't know what to do. He has had one of the hardest lives and has no one to turn to.

As I'm standing there reading his file one of my fellow nurses walks up to me. "The doctor asked me to come talk to you. Oliver is now in the surgery room to repair his lung. He is literally battling for his life right now, the doctor really needs you to contact his family." A tear rolls down my face as I look at the nurse, "he doesn't have any, his parents and siblings died in a fire, his grandmother passed away just a few years ago, and both parents were single children."

The nurse looked at me star struck, "does he have any friends listed or anything?" I shake my head, "no, he just moved here so I doubt he has met anyone really." The nurse then looks at me, "the doctor says you know him, so maybe you can be the one there for him." I nod then say, "I'm gonna be there for him. Just by reading his file I know that he's a fighter." The nurse smiles at me then says, "it sounds like you really admire him." I smile at her then close Oliver's file and walk just outside the operating room.

I pace back and forth and wait for the doctor to deliver any news he can about Oliver. Almost 4 hours in, the doctor finally walks out of the operating room. "Ahh there you are Logan, well I have some great news. We were able to repair Oliver's lung, but he will be in a full body cast and we don't expect him to wake up until tomorrow morning. Since all he really has is you, we decided to let you have the rest of the night off." I nod to him, "thanks doc I know I barely know him but I do know I wouldn't want to wake up all alone." He nods then allows me into the room where I see a still unconscious Oliver.

I can't help but feel a connection with him. I look around the room and make sure no one is around before I start to speak. "Hey Oliver I know you can't hear me but I think I should tell you that I've admired you since high school. You always had better grades and were so selfless, offering tutoring and even helping me. I don't know if you ever figured it out but I always had a little thing for you, and when I saw you in the cafe something clicked. I'm so sorry that this happened to you and I really hope they catch the bastard that did this to you."

I hang my head low as the thought of that overgrown pussy cat hurting Oliver pisses me off. He didn't deserve any of this, even back then he was the shy timid one that always helped others before helping himself. I place my head on the corner of his head as all the panic of possibly losing such a strong guy begins to take a toll on my body, as my eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier until I finally give in to the pestering sleepiness.