Oliver's POV
I turned my head and gasped, immediately wanting to cover myself, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my entire life. Why did he have to barge in when I was changing my bandages?! I awkwardly tried to cover my disgusting scars.
He stared at my ankle and knee, which both had more stitches than skin. But he mostly stared at my eye. If you could even call that an eye.
It was sewn up as well and was about the most gruesome thing I had ever seen. The stitches sewing my eye shut were so scary looking that I couldn't look in the mirror without my bandages and not feel like I was going to puke.
Len and I were both frozen. We stayed like that for a long moment before I managed to say something.
"G-go..."
He got a strange look and muttered a sorry before fleeing the room.
I buried my face in my hands. Great. Just great.
Of all the people I wanted least to see that...
I can only imagine what he's thinking right now...
A/N: So THAT'S whats under his bandages! But you don't get to know how he got them yet! *evil grin*
Anyways, this chapter was written by me!
Thanks for reading!
~Moony