Secrets [Ford]

[Oliver]

Oliver listened to Ford, knowing that the studious and bookish male was excelling in his classes, there was no other way of going about this as he moved his leg slightly, wincing from the ounce of pain "Oooff... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Oww..." He hissed in pain whilst he was moving closer to the shade "I swear to god, I'm starting to regret doing that wrongful one-legged landing... Such a show off" He said to himself befoe turning over to the other male and smiled "I'm sorry for being concerned, it's just... I've been having alot on my mind lately, sometimes I feel like I forget to check up on you" Oliver sighed for a moment, knowing that he had also had struggles that past week. Maybe that's why he was constantly worrying. He had also studied alot, but with his training programme and tight schedule for gymnastics, it appeared to be difficult to work around.

He watched Ford fall down as he asked about his gymnastics and studying, but it appears that he was in some kind of stressful situation "Let's say I've been struggling, Professor Slum has been on my back about maths for a long time, but I'm starting to think I need a tutor..." He frowned as leant against the tree, looking at Ford who appeared to be in complete bliss and harmony laying down on the grass "Gymnastics has been going fine until today's mishap and I have been hiding the fact that I'm crap at maths half a year..." He said, realising the potential collateral damage that his education could do on his status in society if he were to fail university.

"Right now, I think I need a miracle, rather than a maths tutor?" Oliver uttered pessimistically.

[Ford Edevane]

The sudden noise Oliver was making over the pain in his leg had caught Ford's attention. Blue eyes glanced over the leg and then back up to the other as he was then wearing at himself for trying to show off. "You should take it easy when it comes to exerting yourself in gymnastics." Looking back up, he slid a hand behind his head as it rested there. "I appreciate the sentiment, but you do not need to keep an eye on me. To be fair, though, I sleep in the bed next to you. It is kind of difficult not to see me at least once a day." Joking slightly at the comment and situation that had come up. Soon though, the conversation changed to math and the slack that had begun to pile up for Oliver. "I can help find one for you. I am not that great at it myself, but between the pair of us, I think we could find someone that can help you out." Turning his gaze towards Oliver again, he did smile at him. "You do not need a miracle. You just need to find someone who can help you with math. Or, at the very least, speak to your professor. Perhaps they can help you out with some things. Some professors are helpful like that." It was doubtful that Oliver would be able to find some help from the professor, but he knew for sure they could find him a tutor.

Slowly, he looked back down to the leg that had been bothering Oliver. He had nearly lifted his hand to touch the leg but had paused, realizing that he both came to and felt like an icicle in his spine. Instead, a polite smile came to his features, and he looked up at him, keeping his hands to himself. "Perhaps you should go to see someone for your leg. You may need medical attention if it is hurting that bad." Ford knew it must be bothering him, but he didn't quite know what to do to help him with the pain other than keeping off it. "Or we can go back up and you can put your leg up and keep it elevated if you think that might help."

[Oliver]

Oliver sighed, knowing that Ford was right, he needed to get a tutor and also seek medical assistance. As much as it pains Oliver, he didn't like any sign of weakness shown from his inner self, usually forcing him to push through painful conditions; perhaps it was the toxic social values that was forced upon him throughout his life, feeling as if he needed to strive for the Pillars of Duty. The man appeared to be completely blunt, honest and rather informative about his situation. He smiled, tapping Ford for a moment as he was about to reluctantly ask for something "Ford... Perhaps you're right... If I don't get a maths tutor, I'll be screwed... Maybe that might help and also this leg... It's throbbing with pain; I think I might need to head to the doctor's office..." He said, cringing at word 'doctor's office.' He dreaded that one day he might have had to use that word. All of his life, he never had help, never needed it, but when it came a time of great need, Oliver could feel something closing in on himself.

A sign of weakness, that he had brought upon himself, the worst part for him appeared to be asking for help. He sighed as he looking down at Ford who appeared to be content and full of whimsy, he seemed happy laying there, but the reality of the situation made him frown as just a simple favour would mean that he would be deprived of such joy "I hate to be a killjoy since you look so comfortable laying there... But... Do you mind taking me to the office?" He lifted up his eyebrows, smiling painfully as he looked at Ford, chuckling nervously "It feels rude for me to ask, since I owe you about a million favours this year..." He said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone, frowning as if he was afraid of asking just in case the other man would think negatively of him, like he was taking advantage of him.

[Ford Edevane]

There was a sense of accomplishment when Oliver admitted to needing a math tutor. Taking in a deep breath, triumphant over the situation, he glanced over his friend and smiled. “We’ll make sure to get a tutor.” And although he only had limited knowledge of Oliver’s family, he had mentioned them before and he did reach over and pat the shin of the leg that was not injured. “Your family doesn’t have to know. A couple of quick tutoring sessions and you will be on your way to being a scholar and making them proud of you.” Another reassuring pat was given to the other’s leg and he pulled himself up to a stand as he listened to his friend mention the doctor’s office. “Thank you.” Reaching down, Ford took his friend’s hand and helped him up. Sliding an arm around Oliver’s torso and pulling him more against his side so Oliver could use Ford’s frame for support. “Lean on me and we will head up.”

Slowly, Ford made sure to walk with Oliver, taking it easy and allowing him time to take the steps to head up to the doctor’s office. Upon arrival, Ford eased Oliver into a seat and took the liberty of checking the other in. He returned to him and couldn’t help but stand, almost as a protector of sorts to make sure his friend would get seen. With some vigilant watching, it eventually came time for Oliver to have his time with the doctor. A gentle hand rested atop of Oliver’s head as he reassured him but was quick to remove his hand, considering the space and anyone from the university could have seen. “Just listen to the doctor and you will be back to flipping through the air and being bendy and… Cool with your team.” Ford didn’t really do sports, but he admired those who did part-take with their team dynamic.

“I’ll be here to help you back to the room once you get looked at.” A glance around and he found himself a seat and got comfortable, knowing it could take some time before Oliver would be ready to go back to the room to relax and take it easy so he could have the space for recovery.

[Oliver]

Oliver chuckled as he placed his arm around Ford's frame for a moment, hissing at the pain when he got up. He stared at Ford as he leant on him, it was almost identical to the way he always lent on him for help, the favours were piling up and Oliver started to feel bad for letting his friend carry him. Upon arrival to the doctor's office, Oliver was already in pain from the journey. The pain from the sprain worsened with each step, so forth that he sat down, watching Oliver check him in. Once again, that resentment grew on him, the things that he considered a sign of weakness were all folding him. Oliver frowned, seemingly upset by the revelation, but he was grateful to have such a friend like him.

In other words, it would feel like he would be lost as he listened to him reassuring him in the same light "Thank you, Ford..." He smiled gratefully before he crossed his arms, waiting for the doctor to speak to him "Anyone is lucky to have a friend like you..." He praised him. The doctor came over to check his papers as he looked at Oliver "Oliver Carnahan?" He spoke before Oliver put his hand up as he proceeded to get up. He looked back at Ford one more time knowing that he was going to there for a while. He limped over to the doctor's office as he closed the door behind him, leaving Ford to wait whilst he recovered.

The rest of the time would seem like a painful two weeks of recovery.

[Treachery]

Player 1

Lores:

• 10 Generic Lores for Oliver and Ford.

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A

Points

• 8 Non-Magical Exp

Comments: Sometimes a whisper is enough to break the silence of night; Injuries whether big or small heal with time. Hold your secrets close, and whispers closer.