Once Kaito had left, Oliver's gaze shifted to the spot where the man had stood before. "What's wrong with me, James?" He asked the bird, who was currently preoccupied with pecking something on the floor.
James finally finished what he was doing and flew back to Olier. "Well, I'm not sure, " he tweeted, landing on the 12 year old's knee. "From what I can tell, that guy cares about you and wants you to get better." The goldfinch's statement earned him a glare.
With the tip of his finger, the blond gently poked James in the chest. "Like I need anyone to look out for me!" The goldfinch took off, hovering right in front of Oliver's face. "I've already got a pesky bird." Oliver huffed, causing James to get blown away by his breath.
The bird let out an alarmed tweet and tried to regain his balance, only to be caught by Oliver before he could crash into the ground. "Ah, sorry about that, James. Sometimes I forget that you're only just a bird." James took a moment to ruffle his feathers.
"It's fine. Thanks for catching me." Oliver gently scratched the top of his friend's head.
"I had to catch you. Can't have anything happening to my best friend, now can I?" His comment earned another tweet from James. "You're a dork." The action performed by the goldfinch closely resembled that of a shrug.
After a few minutes of silence, the 12 year old remember that he had a gift for his feathered friend. "Oh yeah…" He gently placed James on his shoulder and made his way over to the cot. "They gave me a roll during dinner that I saved for you."
James' eyes lit up at the word 'roll'. "Really?" he began hopping around on Oliver's shoulder.
His excited chirping made Oliver chuckle. "Of course, you silly bird." Oliver took the roll out of its hiding place; James was now flying excitedly around his head. "Calm down, you. Or else I'll withhold your treat until tomorrow."
This comment had James taken back in shock. "You'd really do that?" he asked.
'He knows me all too well...' Oliver thought. 'Well, someone has to, I guess.'
The audible click that Oliver knew all too well echoed around the dreary room. "Hello, Oliver. It's very nice to see you again." At the sound of the voice, James darted under the bed, out of the swiveling camera's view. The blond faced away from the camera, but not before giving it a vicious glare. A laugh shocked the 12 year old, causing him to jerk upright. "Not going to be social today?" A huff. "Well, I can always ask your little friend, Kaito, what's wrong. You guys do seem very close after all."
Oliver shot around, facing the camera, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Don't you foul his name!" He spat; the voice coming from the speakers only sighed.
"Now Oliver...we're all friends here; I'm only trying to help you figure out what's going on. I care about you. Although, you may not think so." From behind the mirror, Len's face split into a wide grin.
The boy's yellow eye narrowed. "What do you mean? Figure what out?" Even though he had a feeling that he was walking into Len's trap, Oliver needed the information.
Len gasped in mock surprise. "Oh come on, you haven't figured it out yet?" The clang of Len's clipboard be set down hurt the blond's ears. "If you actually stop to think about it, the answer will become quite clear." Oliver aimed a dumb look at the camera, causing Len to sigh in frustration. "What have I been trying to get out of you?"
"Information…"
The doctor clapped his hands. "Good job! And what haven't you been giving me?"
"Information…" he repeated; his tone of voice giving no insight to his true feelings.
"Good, good." The doctor nodded his head. "Now, this'll be the tie breaker. Who have you gotten incredibly close to?" His eye widened in shock when Oliver thought about it.
It only took a few seconds for the boy to regain his composure, but that was all the time Len needed; he had seen the crack in the boy's armor. "K-Kaito…" Despite having wiped his face of all emotion, Oliver's voice showed his true feelings. 'He wouldn't betray me...there's no reason for him to. I'm sure he'd get nothing out of it.' The blond's hands shot up and grasped his face.
'Don't be silly, Oliver. You've known this guy for all of today. He betrayed you, so what? You know what to do when that happens.'
"Shut up…" he mumbled.
The voice took on a smug tone. 'If you killed then, you wouldn't have to worry about being betrayed again.'
"Shut up…" the volume of his voice slowly rising. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" His scream shocked both Oliver and James.
By the time Len had come to his senses, Oliver had begun to furiously tear at his head. "Get out! Get out of my head you monster!"
"Oliver, I'm going to need you to calm down." Len could barely keep the smile out of his voice. His statement was acknowledged with another onslaught of screams. "I apologize for doing this, but you leave me no choice." With that last comment, Len flipped open a case and slammed his fist down on the bright red button, releasing a stream of knock-out gas into his patient's room. James took this opportunity to fly over to Oliver and nestle in the boy's white gown.
The 12 year old barely noticed the bird's added pressure. When Oliver finally noticed that something was amiss, there was nothing he could do about it. His limbs turned heavy and his eyelid began to droop; the blond shuffled over to the door, but crashed to the ground before he had taken more than three steps. Oliver slowly stretched his arm toward the door, hoping his blue haired friend would come in and rescue him at any moment. Feeling sleep drawing closer with each passing breath, Oliver cast a final glance at the doorway. A purple-haired man was the last thing he saw before being overtaken by the darkness.
