Ollic had been making his rounds, looking through the academy and procrastinating whether or not to sign up for a specific class or not. Herbalism was his strong point, and to advance in its studies would be great for his doctoral methods, but philtering screamed at him and encouraged him to join.
At the end, looking through the academy’s flyers and seeing the prices, he walked home empty handed, but full minded. The questions and thoughts continuously bubbled in his brain. His head throbbed from the confusion, his eyes the colour of smouldering orange.
He had woken up from a night of restless sleep, the previous day a tiring and hungry one. His nose was still slightly bruised, but nothing that seemed as bad as Ollic had initially thought. It would still take a few days to heal completely, but the medicine he had taken was certainly helping as it wasn't as noticable as the day before.
He had always had an interest in plants and medicine. He had always been a motherly man, taking care of his fellow classmates and friends when he was just a young lad, soon turning to both male and female in romantic interest. When he was not but eleven years old he had already decided his sexuality. At the age of fifteen was when he came out with the truth about it.
His parents were mortified, yet they tried their best to accept the fact that their child was long gone with his satanic idea of liking both genders. They hadn’t a clue that he was more into males than females. He had always liked the ideas of their anatomy. Sure, females had their beauty, but the best part about a man was that if he was truly in love, he could be gentle and kind, a myth to some people and some societies. The way they can be aggressive, protective, yet sensual and loving, it blew Ollic’s mind how such a gender could possess such traits.
He was stepping up the stairs, reaching the top stair to his floor of the Solar Wind Apartments when he almost ran into a young lady.
“Sorry,” he spoke softly to her, his cheeks flushing slightly, his eyes turning a blooming rose from their smouldering orange. Not moments ago he was happy, in his own little word, remembering the times of the past and about his admiration for different sexualities, when he suddenly ran into a woman at the top of the steps.
The woman didn’t say anything, she just kept looking around the hallway, looking defiant in leaving empty-handed.
Ollic, being subtle and shy, was racking his brain for ideas on what to do. Should he see what the woman wants? Should he help her find something she had recently lost? Was she here to see him in a professional manner? What assistance was she in need of? But Ollic’s shy side made him clam up. His hands started getting slightly moist. However, he sucked it up, puffing out his chest every so slightly, trying to calm himself down.
“One, two, three, four, repeat, one, two, three, four,” he whispered under his breath. He had faced his back to the lady now, and had gone to his room’s door, sticking the key into its slot when he turned to face the woman again. However, she spoke first.
“Are you doctor Ollic?”
Ollic cleared his throat, and stepped away from his door, leaving the key in it’s socket. He brushed at his vest to smooth the creases, taking a hesitant step forward. “Yes, I am,” he said softly, his eyes changing from a deep rose to a green the colour of the grass.
He was curious, therefore the change in eye colour. What did this woman want with his doctoral knowledge? She certainly didn’t look hurt. But they Ollic’s glowing green eyes saw the nasty looking trail of red staring at him out from underneath her shirt.
“Please,” he said to her, waving his hand in a way that meant she should follow. His eyes changed yet another time, to the colour of orange, and then back to green, for he was momentarily surprised he hadn’t caught the young woman’s injury sooner.
He went to his door and finally unlocked it, slipping the key into his breast pocket as the wooden door flew open, revealing his overly clean and extremely organised apartment. He then looked back at the female, his head slightly cocked to one side.
The woman looked at him for a split second, unwillingly, but then she obliged, following him into the room, where he shut the door behind them.
“Now tell me,” he asked her, sitting on the couch positioned in the middle of the room. “How did you get that nasty cut on your shoulder?”
He had calmed down know, knowing that he was going to be doing professional business instead of casual conversation. He was in the least bit social, bordering on the edge of being a sociopath. He hated how he had problems, yet he was qualified as being a regular healer and a basic doctor. He could fix other people’s problems, yet not his own.
Ollic brushed at his nose, a slight throb of pain crying out in the process. Damn it, still aching. At least it doesn't look too bad. And this was true, for he had looked in a mirror the minute he woke up to see the damage. A slight purple ring around the bridge of his nose and a minor cut to the side. Nothing he couldn't cover up with a simple story of lies.
He waited for the girl’s response, taking in all that she wore, observing her posture and reading her body language. She was tilted slightly, standing on the opposite foot of the side the injury was on, which must have meant that it was still hurting. Her face was blank, yet slight worry, anger and confusion danced around in her eyes. He could tell that this girl must have been hurting not only on the outside but also on the inside, which made Ollic slump his shoulders, relieved that he could have something common in such a girl.
She had looked near ready to hurt him at the time he had run into her at the top of the stairwell, now she looked vulnerable and afraid in a barely noticeable way. But then suddenly as soon as those emotions had appeared in her eyes, they were gone, along with her posture which was now standing straight up and down like an arrow.
She still hadn’t said anything, so Ollic pressured her, “I can’t help you unless you tell me.” His voice cracked, his timid behaviour crawling up from inside of him. This is only business. She is hurting and in need of medical attention. Relax.
He started to rise from the chair in order to collect his things, hoping she would say whatever she wanted to say soon. He needed to know how she got it, incase it was infected or had carried some sort of virus or illness. He knew he needed some sort of antiseptic and perhaps something to wrap the wound in for protection, so he made way to retrieving those things.
He decided to go to the preserving kit to retrieve a carton of milk, setting it on his nose inconspicuously, as his face was hidden by the bed's sheets. It felt good to have something cold on his hurt nose and he knew that the low temperature would reduce any of the swelling that hadn't gone down over the past couple of days.
