Three's Not A Crowd (Revamp)

Chapter Seventy-Two: [Oliver XVI]

    Ollie's uber pulled into the parking lot as he stared out the window and got out quickly. He thanked the driver and looked around. He saw Maverick's car, his stomach dropping as he ran over, stomach twisting and turning as he looked inside, or tried too, with the tinting. He turned to see his dads care, staring as his heart raced. "What the. . ." He spoke to himself softly as he went to his dads car and looked at the tag to the room. He started walking towards the room, holding his arm as his heart raced more and felt his throat start to burn. Why is he here. . . what am I doing? I'm supposed to be looking for Maverick.
    Ollie approached the door, inhaling deeply as he went to knock, then stopped, staring at the door before dropping his hand. He heard the familiar voice as he blinked a few times.
    His face dropped as he knocked quickly. "Dad?" His voice shook.
    Ollie swallowed, looking at the door knob. His hand shook as he reached for it. "Dad, I'm coming in. It's just me." Ollie grabbed the door knob and turned it. Maverick now stood at the door, debating if he should shut it or open it and let Ollie see. He thought for a moment, slipping to hide behind the door.
    He pushed open the door, walking in as he stared around before turning to Martin. His face went immediately pale as he exhaled quickly. He stared at him, covering his mouth as he breathed quickly. "Dad. . ."
    Maverick watched Ollie run to Martin, dropping down as he shakily pressed down on his chest. "Oh no no no. . ." Maverick opened his eyes, inhaling sharply.
    The sound of rustling rose behind Ollie, wind swishing as a tall male-looking figure whisked from behind him and slowly closed the door once from the room, leaving the hotel entirely, face hidden.
    He looked back, watching the door close as he bared his teeth and looked back at Martin. "Dad, Dad come on." He watched the blood cover his hands as he looked around. He took his phone out and called Milo.