Wander Lost

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 (James's POV)

I carried- more like dragged- him into the nurse's office and laid him down on the small bed. As, I waited for someone to enter, I looked around. The bed was against the far wall and the door was directly in line with it. To the side of the bed, there was a hallway-like area with counters and cabinets on either side. At the end of the room, there was a glass door that opened up into a patio.

"Hello? I'm Dr. Schneider. I'm covering for Dr. Lana because she couldn't come in today. So, what seems to be the problem?" A young, very attractive, man stepped in and shut the door behind me. I moved a little and motioned to Jared, a slightly conscious figure laying on the bed.

"Some dude beat the shit out of him because he wasn't happy with Jared." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. Not Jared's, but the dude with a violence issue. Jared didn't even throw a punch. Well, probably because I told him not to, but he could have stuck up for himself. I only told him not to start fights.

"What did he say to Jared to cause them to fight?" Dr. Schneider started looking over Jared's body, making sure there were no broken bones.

"That Jared wasn't a good boyfriend to Sabrina. Then called me a 'fag'." I mumbled, sitting on the chair next to the bed.

"You're gay?" He looked up at me then went back to finishing up with Jared's body. I sat there for a moment before answering. It wasn't exactly something I run around telling people. Sure, I'm out of the closet, but I don't want a replay of a few moments ago happening because I'm gay.

"Yeah." I nodded and watched the doctor move around the room before coming back and putting ice on a bruise on Jared's cheek. I looked away when he winced and, I guess, Jared noticed.

"What's wrong, man?" Jared pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Nothing." I muttered and clenched my teeth. Everything, dumbass.

"No. There's something wrong." He insisted.

"Nothing, Jar. Nothing!" I hissed and instantly felt bad because his face hardened into an unreadable mask.

"Boys? Can you come here for a minute?" Dr. Schneider called from next to the glass door. I got up and waited for Jared to get up before walking the short distance.

"What is it?" I looked at the gorgeous flame in his hand.

"This? Or what I want to say?" He glanced at Jared for a moment before turning back to the flame.

"Well, obviously, that's a flame. So what do you have to say?" Jared snapped, refusing to look at me.

"Does he know?" Dr. Schneider turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

"Know what?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Obviously not. He doesn't act like he knows." He muttered.

"Like I know what!?" Jared hissed.

"Can I talk to you outside, for a moment...?" The doctor turned to me again and I told him my name. He lead me outside and shut the door before turning back to me and starting the conversation.

"James? He doesn't know you love him, does he?" He glanced at the door when he said 'he' the first time.

"No. He's not even.. You know.. He's straighter then a damn rod!" I huffed and glanced over at him. Jared wore a face of complete confusion and gave me a look that seemed to say "What the hell!? Are you psycho!?" I laughed.

"He could hear that couldn't he?" I said, quietly.

"Well if you are yelling like that then yeah.." Dr. Schneider shrugged and laughed a little. "Okay. Let's go back in." He motioned for me to go ahead and I slid the door open.