A Year At The Opera

Chapter 3: The Aftermath and The Accident

A/N: Fun fact: In my original outline, this chapter and chapter 2 were one single chapter but chapter 2 got really big really fast so I split them into two separate chapters. Anyway, have fun!

Word Count: 5000 words.

Ingram

Ingram sat on the bed, wincing as the nurse cleaned up his bloody nose.

The door opened and in walked the guy who was beating Ingram up. A girl walked beside him.

"Just sit over there. I'll be there in a minute." The nurse said.

The nurse wiped the blood off, handing Ingram a couple of towels. "Hold them tightly." She instructed. "I'll be back."

Ingram sat patiently, holding up the towels as the nurse walked away.

"Does it hurt here?" Ingram heard the nurse say.

The boy hissed. "Yeah."

"Lift up your shirt." She said. "Yeah, that's swollen. Good news, you don't have any broken bones. Bad news, this'll hurt. Keep it cold and try not the put too much pressure on it. Ice it and it'll go away quick."

"Thanks."

"Any other parts hurting or bleeding?"

"Not as far as I know."

"Good. Have a rest her for this period. You can go back to class after it."

"Thanks." The boy said.

Ingram noticed the nurse walking back towards him.

"Here," She said, taking the towels from Ingram. She looked at the wound. "Bleeding's stopped. It wasn't anything too big. You'll be fine. Just ice the bruises near your eyes and on your face. It'll help the swelling. You're good to go."

"Thanks." Ingram replied and the nurse walked away.

I should probably go talk to him. Tell him what happened. I don't want bad blood between us. Ingram rose from his seat.

Boris's ears perked up as he head Ingram's footsteps. He looked up from his seat. Ingram towered over him but Ingram didn't trust this guy staring at his crotch, easily punched at that level. He looked around for a chair and noticed one right next to the bed. He grabbed the chair.

"What are you doing?" Boris asked, clearly amused.

"Finding a place to sit." Ingram replied.

"And who said you could sit?" Boris replied, trying to keep in a laugh.

"Ooookay, then." Ingram decided he'd entertain Boris. After all, he was supposed to be apologising. Not aggravating.

Ingram stopped a bit far from Boris. Just far enough that he would be able to move if Boris tried to punch him again.

"What are you worried about? That I'll beat your ass again? Relax." Boris said. "Come closer."

Ingram hesitated but took a step forward, intensely keeping an eye on both of Boris's hands. He started to speak. "Hey, uh, about your car..."

"I hope you are here to pay me back, buddy. Or you and I are going to have a problem. And I'm not someone you want to have a problem with."

Jesus, you sound like a fucking cringy movie villain.

"Yeah, I am. And also apologise." Ingram replied.

"I'll take the money. Keep your apology." Boris replied, chuckling.