So, survey time, kids! Who would actually care to know what songs I took inspiration from as I wrote these chapters?

I don't want to put them up unless you guys are interested! Thanks for sticking with me! Onto chapter thee! Much love!

For any of those who are interested here is that handsome ass nurse.

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Lights out

Chapter 3

The school nurse's office was probably the cleanest place that Marco had ever seen in his life. It smelled so strongly of rubbing alcohol and Clorox that you could catch the fragrance halfway down the hall. Everything was immaculate. It looked like whoever had stocked the glass shelves along the back wall was proudly displaying small treasures. The desk at the front was void of anything that was not absolutely necessary. The computer monitor was off and a single pen sat at the top of the keyboard. Marco had not expected the nurse to be in yet, even though he had hoped. Most people waited until after the first bell to injure themselves badly enough to go to the nurse. Jean had not even made it to the warning bell.

Jean was heavy and it was taking nearly all of Marco's strength to keep both of them upright. It took nearly everything he had to drag him to the chair by the end up of the desk and lower him down slowly into the seat. Jean's nose had stopped bleeding so much by now. Marco sighed, looking at the wreck that was the other boy's face. Turning about to take in the small office space, he located the sink and walked over so that he could wet some towels. He grabbed a handful of dry ones, as well, in case Jean woke up. The process of getting the blood off the blond boy's face was messy. The wet paper towels just seemed to smear around the blood instead of soaking it up. After a bit of persistence, Marco managed to get most of the caked blood off, but it was becoming rather apparent that the damage to his nose was going to cause Jean to have, at least, one black eye.

"When you take a fall, you really hit hard, don't you?" The smile on the boy's lips looked more empathetic than happy. Marco could not keep himself from gently touching the bridge of Jean's nose where his face had connected with the bus seat. "It really is a shame you did that to yourself." Letting out a breath he did not know he had been holding, Marco leaned back on his feet as he crouched in front of the chair and studied the unconscious form before him. "You look so different when you sleep. You don't have that sour face you always insist on wearing." He chuckled a little bit to himself and rocked backwards while pushing himself up into a standing position in front of the chair.

Swift footsteps could be heard approaching the office. The unmistakeable rhythm of boot heels clicking on the linoleum in the hall fell quickly and with purpose. The door opened swiftly to admit a small, dark haired man with slight, delicate features. In stark contrast to the pretty face, the man's eyes were unamused and sunken in. Dark circles ringed gray orbs that studied Marco almost lazily. Even though the man was much shorter than Marco, he felt himself grow small and insignificant in that gaze.

"This early? Seriously?" The quiet voice swept the room like velvet but left Marco feeling as if he had been rubbed raw with sandpaper.

If Marco had been able to attend his classes for a few days, he would have heard the rumors about the school nurse. The small, beautiful man who sat in the office and never let anyone go home unless they were dying. He would have heard about the rumors that said if you went to the nurse without a real reason that the terrifying man that passed for a nurse would give you one. He would have heard that the man had mafia ties, that he was not afraid to call your parents and tell them that you attempted to get out of class, or to tell them that you had been fighting.

"Please tell me that the bloody mess in my chair is not Kirchstein."

"Um, I'm not sure who that is, sir. I know that his first name is Jean. We just met this morning, sir." He wasn't sure why, but he added the "sir" instinctively. The older man didn't seem to notice, or really even care. The nurse gave a little snort as he walked over to the slumped form and peered down at him.

"Another fight, I assume? What, did you feel guilty for beating him up and take pity on him by dragging him into my office or something?"

"Uh, no sir. He wasn't fighting. He fell on the bus. Is it broken, sir?"

The man raised a single thin eyebrow and reached out to feel at the bridge of Jean's nose. Thin fingers pinched at where the bruising and swelling had begun to set in.

"Hm. No, I don't think it is. He is going to have one hell of a headache and some trouble opening his eyes for the rest of the day." Turning and walking to his desk as if Jean no longer existed, he pulled out his small swivel chair and sat down, pulling his knees up to his chest and hitting the power button on the computer tower below.

For several long minutes, the only sound in the nurses office was the mechanical whirring of the computer starting up. As the monitor flickered and turned on, the nurse spoke again. "You know, I prefer him this way. With his mouth and eyes shut. He doesn't look constipated and he isn't spewing shit."

Marco stared at the petite man behind the desk. He had never heard a teacher swear before. He didn't even try to apologize. Was the school nurse considered a teacher? Not to mention, did the school nurse just use toilet humor?

"I'm guessing you are still here because you need a hall pass?" As Marco was about to shake his head the first bell rang out in the hall. He stilled himself and bit at his bottom lip as he looked down at the freakishly clean tile. "Well?" The voice from behind the desk came again sounding agitated now. "What is your name? You must be new here or you wouldn't have bothered toting this horse-faced shitmonger into my office" This time the man chuckled at the wince Marco gave.

"It's Marco Bodt, sir." He looked up at the nurse, who had opened a drawer in his desk and had produced a small notebook that held the perforated hall passes. "Sir, if it isn't too much trouble, can I wait until he wakes up?"

The man stopped in the middle of reaching towards his pen to fill in the slip, allowing his eyes to roam upwards and to focus on the taller dark haired boy. "Why?"

"Well, he is tall and pretty heavy. I have a feeling he is going to have some problems walking when he comes around. When he wakes up, he will either need help out when someone picks him up, or help to his class."

The smile that appeared on the nurse's face was highly amused, and somehow simultaneously annoyed. "You've got guts, brat. If you are willing to be in close proximity to that filthy bastard, far be it from me to stop you."

A small grunt from the chair Jean occupied caused both the nurse and Marco to turn and look in the direction of the unconscious boy. The sight caused Marco's face to drain of all blood, leaving tiny dark splotches on his pale skin, and the shorter man's face to darken in anger. Jean, who was obviously still out cold, had his hand down the front of his pants.

The nurse moved faster than Marco could have thought humanly possible. A loud smack sounded though the room as a folder, that appeared out of no where, connected solidly with Jean's face.


Jean's eyes flew open as an involuntarily yelp was torn from his throat. His hands instinctively jerked up towards his face but for some reason only one managed to make it. Looking down in confusion he realized the position he was in.

EVERY TIME?! Every time I fall asleep?! Seriously?! He pulled his hand out of his pants, looking rather embarrassed. Who knew how many times he had managed to look like a little bitch this morning.

"What the hell, shitstain? You are at school! Go home to beat it, or at least hide out in the fucking bathroom, you freak. My office is not the place for you to get your rocks off!"

"For fuck's sake, Levi! I was asleep!" Jean snapped back, glaring at the small man who stood before him with his arms crossed.

"I don't give a flying fuck! If you touch your junk in my office ever again, I will have Hanji remove it!" The man's voice was level, but Jean got the feeling he meant every word.

As Jean's nerves wound down, the ache began to set in. "What the hell happened?" He said, reaching up to touch the tender skin on the bridge of his nose. A shrug and a little motion from Levi caused Jean to turn his attention towards the door of the nurse's office. A very red and flustered Marco stood there, trying to look like he had not seen anything out of the ordinary. The look of dread that spread across Jean's face told him that he was not doing a very good job of it.

"Oh, god. Levi, please kill me." The words came out so quiet that Jean was not sure if Levi would be able to hear him. The roar of laughter that escaped the once stoic man told him otherwise.

"Um, I- I'm glad you're alright." Marco stuttered in Jean's direction before turning quickly to Levi. "Can I maybe get that hall pass now?"

"I thought you said you would help him to-"

"Nevermind. I'm not that late." Marco said and quickly slipped out into the hallway.

It took until the bell that signaled the end of first period for Levi's giggle fits to stop and for Jean to summon up the courage to leave. The day was just beginning and he could already tell he would rather have died last night.