He looked over to James, so did I, and James just awkwardly nodded.
"Come on! We have no time for awkwardness, and discomfort!"
Lisa turned around, feeling so uncomfortable, and James just joined Lisa in awkwardness. Ivan couldn't remove his pants, due to the numerous wounds on his torso.
"I'll do it," I say, taking over.
"You're joking right?"
"I can clearly see the wound across your pelvis, leading to the middle of your upper leg, possibly half a centimeter wide, and one and a half centimeters deep, and a couple of inches long," I predicted.
What I meant by predicted, is that I'm guessing what the wound's length, size, and depth
"So does that mean..."
"Yes... You'll need to be exposed for me to aid you."
"I can't do this... I'll do it," James says.
"You have no medical training, so you sit there while I do the magic."
The magic? What on earth am I talking about? James just awkwardly stood there, and then after a few seconds, he turns around and joins Lisa again.
"Okay, since your whole torso is in need of air, you'll have to lift your arms slightly, not letting your skin touch itself, so the white cells can do their work, now off with your pants."
Off with you pants? What is this? A TV show about kinky teenagers? Ivan is obviously uncomfortable with the idea of standing there, with his pants and boxers down, and no polo on, and a girl aiding him while having sight of his genitals, I'm also uncomfortable, believe me, but my mom made me operate before, because she thought it's important to pass down her traits, and skills, so this isn't the first time I'll operate on a teenage boy, and the last boy I operated on, got a little... Excited. So hopefully it won't happen again with Ivan...
"You're not the first teenage boy I operated on, and he was nude too."
"Did he get excited?" He awkwardly asked.
"He did actually, but that's natural for boys his age, so it didn't bother me that much," I say, reassuring him.
I then slowly lift him up, then I slowly removed his pants, he has boxers on, and I can already see the huge cut on his side, exactly what I predicted... I hesitated in removing his boxers... Whatever is in it would scar me for life, especially since I'll see him a lot when we get out of this hell hole.
I slowly pulled down his boxers; he exhaled, shaking, feeling absolute discomfort.
"Stop being a wuss about the situation, stop being uncomfortable," I tell him.
I then finally dragged the boxers off. Okay... I'm officially scarred, details here aren’t important right now... As you can imagine why...
"Okay..." I say, checking out what I'm working with.
"Do you like what you see?"
He tries to joke around, but he's obviously uncomfortable like what I've mentioned way too many times. I grab his leg, he's shocked, and his pulse is really fast, like really fast, almost as fast as that teenage boy I've mentioned... So by my surprise, he didn't get excited, he's blushing wildly. I let go of his leg.
"Are you going to speed up, or will I stand here, nude, uncomfortable as hell, hope in heaven I won't get excited".
I giggle at the fact that he's worries too much.
"That's not funny."
"It is. Well, judging from your wound, and the resources we have, it's will take a little longer."
He groans in annoyance. I took a closer look on the wound, but he kept shaking, I told him to stop, but he didn't stop, I grabbed his leg, without thinking, and my hand is almost in contact with his... His pulse went outrageously fast. And he almost... Got excited...
Okay... We have a problem... I can't lift my hand and move my hand lower, and I can't slide it down, it will make things... Weirder... His eyes shifts side to side, looking at me from time to time, keeping my hand on his leg, underneath the... Okay, so I already poured alcohol, applied the antibiotics... And now the stitching... I finally removed my hand, after him sweating on my hand, almost got excited...
And then I gave him pain relief pills, waited for it to start affecting him, and then I started stitching which you know is in need of steadiness, and precision... I held him across the pelvis, his whole face just went red, and James and Lisa wanted to look over a couple of times. Ivan clearing his throat more times than I can count, I started stitching on the pelvis, it was clean, and then I created another stitch for mobility of his legs, and then held his leg, for the third time, and stitched it up.
"Done! Don't turn around yet!"
"Oh thank goodness!!" Ivan says.
I slowly pulled his boxers up; his thing is getting in the way.
"My... Umm... It's uncomfortable..."
"Are you asking me to...?"
"Am I allowed to do it myself?"
Oh no! After all that hard work trying to avoid it! I completely forgot about his immobility on his torso! I shrieked, as I slowly... Position it...
"Is it as uncomfortable it is for you?" Ivan asks.
"Shut. Up. You're making it worse by talking."
Now that, that is over, I move on to getting his pants on without harming the stitches, his torso is healing perfectly, and then found extra clothes the psycho prepared, generosity, even a psycho has it.
"We're done," I say.
"Finally!" James exclaimed.
"You have no idea how curious we were. I had heard that your butt is well rounded," Lisa informed.
"Not we, you. I just wanted it to be over" James says.
"Okay, just stop it. What's done is done! If it was you, or Lisa, I would practically do the same thing."
"Would you?" James asked, playfully.
"Yes, you freaking perv," I jokingly said.
"Wait. Where did you hear that Lisa?" Ivan asked.
Lisa doesn't say anything and just smiled. Started whistling 'Everybody Talks' by Neon Trees.
We continue on, remembering how much trouble we are in...
"Which hall? Blue... Or Green..." Ivan asks.
Ivan is hanging on my shoulders, I'm the only one strong enough to do it, James is badly injured, so is Lisa...
"We were there for almost three hours..." James informs.
Three hours?! Is that how long Ivan stood? No wonder he said it took so long.
"We're wasting time walking, let's run cautiously, Blue or Green?" I said.
"Green," James says.
"I second that," Lisa replied.
We ran towards the Green and Grey Hallway... It was full of Dark and light green moss, and it was actually quite slippery, And then we were greeted with two English armored statues, and the riddle... 'Green is the color of the eighth, has power to kill, but defenseless as well, what am I?'
What the heck? What is that supposed to mean? Wait... Did that just say it can kill?
