Once, Oliver and Felicity got to the nurse's office, Mr. Evans, the school's nurse, asked Oliver to sit down to see Oliver's nose to examine it.
"Oliver, on a scale 1 to 10, how is the pain?" he asked.
"Probably, like a 4. It really does not hurt too terribly bad Mr. Evans," he replied with a wince.
"Okay, I am going to call your mother so she can bring you something to change into and some Tylenol for the pain," he said as he rushed out of the room.
He left the room to call his mother. Felicity came over to Oliver and bent down to his level, so she could look him in the eye. She gently started to stroke the dry blood from his blood-covered face.
"Oliver, are you going to be okay?" she asked sweetly.
"Yeah, I will be fine. Hopefully this will be healed by homecoming," he said jokingly.
"If you need anything, do not be afraid to find me or call me," she said. He then pulled her closer to him and gently whispered in her ear.
"Okay, I will. Hey, you better go back to class before you get into trouble with your teacher," he whispered. The feel of his breath on her skin sent a shiver down her spine. She almost melted right into his arms.
She took his advice and headed off to class without another word spoken.