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The curtains flew back with a whooshing noise and a very large man stood there with his arms folded across his broad chest, staring down at the patient in the bed with a Very Stern Expression on his face.

"Little Bird," said Arorangi firmly. "What are you doing in here?"

"I-I don't know," Oliver replied, offering Arorangi a smile that was confused and a little out of place for the nervous boy. Yet his attempted explanation was was interrupted by a girl (a girl?!) who swept rather dramatically to the bedside wearing a silly pair of glasses. Oliver couldn't tell whether she was being serious or if there was some prank being pulled on him. But she was not someone Oliver recognized, and it wasn't common for new trainees to be left to harass patients in the infirmary.

Despite the sedative-induced nonchalance from earlier, something about having a girl by his bed while he was in such a vulnerable position brought up a helpless embarrassment he didn't quite acknowledge. His natural insecurities might have made it past Arorangi without showing up, but the freckled boy couldn't avoid blushing and turning away from the girl, Harley. He couldn't even pull the blanket up over his head, although his fingers did give it a nervous tug.

"I-I uh, I'm o-okay," he stammered and nodded, looking unusually calm despite the evidence of his nervous emotions. There was a definite disconnection between his conscious and unconscious reactions to the situation at hand. "I'd l-like to go back to my room, I can sleep there, please…"

He shot Aro a brief, pleading glance, silently asking him for help. The large man had gotten him out of the infirmary once before, he could do it again, right?

Oliver couldn't see his chart since Harley was holding it like a Doctor, and couldn't know there were specific instructions recommending against his discharge. He was also unaware of the extra notes on his chart that advised attending staff to watch for agitation and take appropriate action, which was listed in millilitres of sedatives.

"You can see okay? I mean for the bandages and whatnot." Harley leaned in close, completely ignoring any personal boundaries he may have had, to investigate his injuries and bruises up close. If he looked away, her small, cold but strangely gentle hand would pull him back. She had a job to do, and he wasn't about to ruin it for her!

"Nope!" Harley announced sternly to Oliver's request to leave. "I am under obligation to keep you here, even if it involves handcuffs - it even says that here in your file!" But she held his file close to her small chest, so nobody could contest her threat. At least she let him go and stood up straight again, this time twisting towards the rather large man that she had to look up to - which was rare, considering she was rather tall herself.

"Well hello 'best mate'!" Harley slapped her dainty hand (in comparison, certainly) into his and shook it with a noted firmness, perhaps a little too firm, if one were being honest. "Err - not specifics, no. Looks like your buddy got himself beat up something good. He'll probably keep the--" She drew an invisible line on her face, where Oliver's facial wound rested.

Arorangi decided that this girl - Harley - was all right. She was clearly concerned about Oliver's well-being, which was important, and she clearly was okay with getting close to do just that. Oliver's skittish nature made him seem like a shy puppy half of the time, but at least Harley seemed able to bypass that with relative ease.

A large, tattooed hand clapped onto Oliver's shoulder, Arorangi looking somewhat relieved beneath the worry that was apparent in his expression. "I am very sorry that you are here, in the infirmary," he said.

His face shifted, Arorangi positively towering over his friend, though his smile was quite cheerful.

Mostly.

"You would not be lying to Miss Doctor here, would you, about your pain," Arorangi said smilingly, and reached out to pat Harley's shoulder as well. "She is here to help you, you better tell her the truth, little bird, okay?"

The news that the scar would remain on Oliver's face was making Aro slightly anxious. He eyed the wound and wondered what exactly he was thinking.

"Ow, ow," Oliver winced at the heavy hand landing on his shoulder. "I-I'm okay, really, i-it doesn't, ow, hurt... much..." There, the admission was not exactly a lie. He might have been too honest to call Harley's bluff on the handcuffs and leg-breaking stuff, as a Life division trainee himself he knew breaking limbs was just not something they did. At least, for regular cases like himself. And the handcuffs... well... perhaps he was in danger of restraint if he didn't settle down and accept the infirmary stay.

The truth of his words aside, Oliver was unable to sink too deeply into self-pity with Harley's enthusiasm and Arorangi's looming cheer. The boy cracked a sheepish smile.

"Oh, I could never look badass," he replied, "it's only tough guys in the movies and RPG protagonists that could pull off scars like that." Oliver thought about Finn briefly, and the other man's own scars, but imagining himself with an eyepatch like that was an absurd picture. Thank goodness he wouldn't need an eyepatch.

Or was she bluffing? That was the real question here.

"Oh Pshaw - Squall and Cloud were both stupid wimpy kids, and they turned out pretty okay." Well mostly. Sort of. Cough. Harley waved her hand in the air, along with the clip board. "I also bet neither of them knew they were protagonists!" She announced next in an epiphany, which begged the idea of maybe they were in a video game too!. That would be kind of cool. She could play Doctor Lady in Ollie's game. Doctor Lady who wields a big axe and has clothing customization options.

"Yes, Doctor Lady has handcuffs!" She threatened again, carrying on her mental train of thought into verbal confirmation to Mountain Man's continued threat-assumption. "So you should listen to me. And your looming friend here! We're both pretty main cast material. Or at least very strong support." She squinted up at Aro, confirming her suspicions.