#oc: Faiz and AMR

[magnet-magnett]

TW: flesh wound, blood, stitches

This a segment from one of my stories that I haven't posted anywhere yet. I might post more idk.

"You are stronger than you look" Faiz gave me a firm pat on the back. 

I limped alongside him, sweating and bleeding. Faiz had a couple injuries of his own but nothing he couldn't handle. "I think my calf is fucked. I'm scared to even lift my pants and check" I chuckled nervously. My calf was numb for the most part.

It suddenly hit Faiz, "Wait, you were stabbed, weren't you. Fuck." He looked around before pointing to a bench. "I'll take a look. We shouldn't delay this." 

"Oh" I exclaimed, looking around the streets illuminated only by streetlights. Not many people were out around this time. Not unless they wanted to get caught up in gang violence. "Fine."

"Let's see..." Faiz lifted my pants all the way up to my knee. He examined my flesh wound. His cold fingers avoided touching anything sensitive. "This isn't good but it isn't bad either. You're still walking so that's a good sign. But you're also bleeding so that's a bad sign." He spoke calmly. 

I nodded along to his words. "I'll live...right?" A grim thought crossed my mind. Sweat started beading on my forehead and my body tensed up.

Faiz grinned and patted my good leg. "You'll be fine, tough guy." His calm demeanor brought some comfort to me. He really knew how to make it seem like things will be alright. He was warm, not physically. I mean his presence was warm. He wrapped his handkerchief around my leg. "I'll patch you up."

"Do you even know how to do that?" I inquired. I didn't want his situation to get worse. A doctor would've been the safer choice than a 14 yr old. "Oh, what-" I got too flustered to finish my sentence. Was he stripping?

Faiz lifted his own shirt, biting onto the end to hold it in place. He raised his arm and pointed towards a messy looking scar on his lats. "See this?" He said, proudly while still biting his shirt. "Got stabbed during a pretty messy situation. Johnny and Miguel were there too. I stitched myself afterwards. I did a good job too."

Hearing that only made me sad. "Why didn't they take you to a hospital?"

Faiz put his arm down, putting his shirt back in place with a disappointed look on his face. Maybe he was expecting me to affirm how rad it was for him to patch himself up like that. "We were laying low." He answered. "Do you have bandages and anti-bacterial cream at home? Better yet, where is your home?" Faiz helped me rise to his feet.

"Wringbird..." I answered nervously like a smartass.

"Funny. I know it's in this city, but where?" Faiz studied me for a minute. He bit down on a cigarette before lighting it. "Here" he offered. "You look like you could use one." 

I gladly accepted it. Inhaling deeply. I felt guilty, the idea of someone inhaling my fumes made me upset.

Faiz crossed his arms, "You don't have to tell me shit if you don't want to, ****. Now I was being generous when I said it was not bad. Your bleeding hasn't stopped. I can patch you up if your place is downtown. If not, the nearest clinic is pretty far and neither of us have a vehicle right now."

I sighed, defeated, "Fine, just don't judge how I live. I haven't cleaned in...a few days." 

"You're saying it like you haven't cleaned in a few weeks" joked Faiz, but the embarrassed look on my face suggested it might have been true. 

"I won't judge, I've seen people live in sewers when the streets get too cold to sleep on. At least you have a home" He took the cigarette back from me. Eighty percent of it had already been smoked. He inhaled the poisonous smoke before exhaling. "Fuck..." He dropped it. "Shit went in my eyes."

I laughed, "you don't smoke much, do you?" He playfully punched Faiz's shoulder, who was rubbing his eyes to ease the discomfort. "Thank you." 

Faiz looked at me with his messy Kohl lined eyes. Wet from irritation. This is what this boy would look like if he ever cried. 

"This look suits you" I smiled, stepping on the cigarette which was still burning after Faiz dropped it. "I would've shown you my home sooner if you looked like this before" I flirted, immediately regretting it. "Sorry, that was a weird thing to say. I didn't mean it like I'd fuck you." Why did I say any of that??

"So you wouldn't fuck me? A shame, I'll try my luck elsewhere" Faiz's tone was hard to decipher. 

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "What's that supposed to mean?" I hoped to God he wasn't joking. I dug him and sometimes I felt like he dug me too.

Faiz took a step closer, grabbing my arm. I gasped, looking around the empty streets once again. My heart raced out of my damn chest.

Faiz put my arm over his shoulders, behind his neck. His other arm went behind my back, holding onto my side. 

I stared at Faiz endearingly. This was like something from a romantic film. Was he gonna kiss me? 

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you fucking horny right now??" Faiz looked like he would've burst out laughing. 

"Oh..." I reassessed the situation. Faiz was helping me walk by supporting my body weight, to avoid pressure on the leg. "I thought we were having a moment." I replied, embarrassed.

Faiz scoffed, "At least take me out to dinner first you broke faggot.”

I sat in my underwear on the toilet seat. The bathroom was cramped and the lighting was unpleasant. It smelled utterly fucking rancid. I felt a deep shame looking at Faiz kneel on the floor in front of me. He was in his white vest which was now stained with red since he kept wiping his hands on it.

Faiz was being thorough while cleaning my wound with saline water, which from what I saw was just salt and water. It stung but I could take it without complaining. He didn't speak much. He was focused on this task and nothing could distract him. Not the smell, not even the claustrophobic room. I was glad.

"You good there, tough guy?" He finally let some words loose. 

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I said in a low voice. 

"Because for this next step to work I want you to be a tough guy" there was a grim seriousness in his voice. He was talking big before. Taking charge of the situation and shit. Now that he actually had to do this, he was scared. I could see it in his messy eyes. "I'll get you a drink before I..." He looked at the sewing kit.

"You're scaring me, man" I felt lightheaded. Maybe because of the anxiety I felt. Probably because of the blood loss. The bleeding had slowed down now, thanks to Faiz.

Faiz left the bathroom for 45 seconds. I heard the sound of my fridge opening and of bottles clattering. He slammed the fridge shut. I could tell he was very frustrated by that thud. Faiz came back, empty handed. He avoided looking me in the eyes. "You don't seem to have anything to drink. You'll have to be a tough guy now. You don't really have a choice." He gulped and licked his dry lips. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I didn't say anything. It couldn't hurt that bad, right? Faiz is just exaggerating. He's stitched himself before. He seemed proud of it too. If he can handle it, so can little ol me, right?

Faiz grabbed my leg and eyed the wound. 

"I love little pussy,

Her coat is so warm,

And if I don't hurt her,

She'll do me no harm..." Faiz spoke softly. What the fuck? Was he singing?

Before I could ask him what his deal was, I cried out in burning agony. I would've kicked Faiz's teeth in if he wasn't firmly gripping my leg. "Fuck!" Tears blurred my vision. The only shit my senses gave him were the smell of shit, the pain in his flesh and the sound of Faiz's voice.

"So I'll not pull her tail,

Nor drive her away,

But pussy and I,

Very gently will play..." 

His voice had a serious edge to it while reciting whatever the fuck this was. 

I almost laughed until another dose of pain struck me. I held my face in my hands, weeping. "Faiz, please-" please what? Please stop? I don't know. I want it to stop. I want it to be over. Faiz, please hurry up. Faiz, please stop. Faiz, please..

"She shall sit by my side

And I'll give her some food;

And pussy will love me

Because I am good..."

After every wave of agony, Faiz's words were there to distract me. He couldn't be sure if his efforts had an effect on me because I couldn't stop crying. I was crying and laughing, mostly. I must've looked like a nutjob.

“I'll pat pretty pussy,

And then she will purr;

And thus show her thanks

For my kindness to her…”

Faiz was quiet for a brief moment. "Can you man up" he gritted his teeth with frustration. A sentence that only made me cry harder. I can't man up. I don't even want to be a man. Whatever pretense of  adulthood I had had left me. I let my instincts take over, crying and whimpering at the sharp pain. Faiz must've felt bad because he continued singing calmly to soothe me again. 

"I'll not pinch her ears,

Nor tread on her paw,

Lest I should provoke her

To use her sharp claw.

I never will vex her

Nor make her displeased:

For pussy can't bear

To be worried and teased…

There, ****, you're all patched up." 

"Why were you singing about pretty pussies?" I cried. "What the fuck even is that?" 

Faiz bandaged up my leg and patted me on the shoulder. "It's a nursery rhyme. I started singing the first thing that came to my mind. Let's get you to bed, tough guy." 

"Stop calling me that." I looked at him with my sad wet eyes. Faiz scratched his head, he must have been confused cuz to him he was complimenting me.

"Alright, I see how it is…” did he, now? ���You're humble. It's a good quality to have. That and loyalty. Anyways, your place is a shithole" Faiz finally acknowledged his surroundings. 

"Yeah, the landlord's not gonna be happy" the shame was eating me up from the inside. Bleeding out didn't seem so bad all of a sudden.

"You can leave now" I suggested. I wouldn't want him in this shithole. “I'll see you later. Thanks for everything.”

Faiz shook his head, "I'll monitor your injury for the night. Think of me as your nurse. Nurse Zaffar does have a nice right to it, doesn't it?"

I smiled and shook my head, "Do they teach you to tell stories about animal trafficking in nursing school?"

"They do. Now let's get your ass to bed, ****." The bedroom was small with no windows. Clothes, plastic bags, bottles and rotting half eaten food items lay on the floor. How could a human being live like this? It didn't take long before I fell asleep despite the pain in my leg. I heard sounds of crinkling, clattering and even rattling but nothing could disturb my sleep. The thought of someone watching over me like a mother brought me comfort.

I must have slept for what felt like days but was realistically 14 hours. I sat upright and wiped my eyes. The bandages on my leg were dirty from the medicine and blood but not enough to need changing. I looked around the room. There was a striking lack of shit lying on the floor. It had been so long that I had forgotten what the floor looked like. Instead of trash, a light brown skinned boy in a jacket and no shirt was lying on the floor. Earphones in his ear, reading one of my magazines. He must have gotten rid of his bloody vest. He was shaking his leg to what I assumed was music. "Do you like hot bitches?" He asked.

"No" I muttered, still processing my surroundings. Weird thing to ask right after I woke up.

"Hmm, for a queer, you sure have a lot of these magazines." Faiz put down the magazine and removed his earphones. 

"You cleaned my house?" I was finally done processing the situation. "Why?"

"I couldn't stand looking at this sorry ass place in that condition" shrugged Faiz. I felt shame creep up on me again. "Now, I'm not judging. I'm just saying, you couldn't do it, so I did. I was getting bored anyway. Being a nurse is fucking boring. I quit." He grabbed his non-existent nurse hat and threw it on the floor.

"Thank you." I felt like I was gonna start crying again but I blinked away the tears. I gave Faiz a grateful smile.

Faiz blushed and crossed his arms, "You owe me."

"I can suck you off, would that make us even?" I suggested. I wasn't even saying it as a joke anymore. "Or are you more interested in a pretty pussy"

Faiz smirked and took a few steps closer, pinching both my cheeks. "We'll see.” his hands were cold and it stung. I smacked his hands away. He laughed. 

Seeing him smile down on me like that made me feel tiny. He was already bigger than me, not just in his height but also his assertive personality. “Sorry about the…” I hesitated and averted my eyes. “The whole crying and whimpering business last night. I know that was weird for you. Please don't go around telling everybody that **** cries like a girl.” I chuckled nervously. 

Faiz scratched his chin, thinking. Thinking hard, with a constipated look on his face. He suddenly shrugged, let his face muscles rest and sat down next to me on the bed, "You did better than I did. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed. I mean I wasn't as much of an emotional mess as you but I almost passed out twice from the pain and then I did actually pass out after I was done with the stitches. I couldn't actually do my own bandages. Someone else did them. Might have been Miggy, y'know. Or Johnny, but he's kind of a dick so I doubt it." He looked ashamed at the thought of someone wrapping bandages around his torso, while he's lying in a pool of his own blood and tears.

I patted him on the shoulder but that didn't seem like enough to me. I hugged him and he immediately pushed me away. “Quit it, you homo” he muttered and stood up.

I fucked up. “Sorry. I was tryna comfort you.” He looked confused but didn't vocalize any thoughts.

He looked at my leg, “I've asked Jaden to bring you some painkillers and medical supplies. Anything else you want? He's already running errands for Johnny, I don't think that kid would mind doing some extra work.” Jordan was only a year younger than him, calling him a kid just made Faiz look like a dick.

“I'm starving” I realized I went to bed on an empty stomach.

Faiz looked horrified, “Fuck, right. I'll ask him to grab you a hot meal. Anything specific you want, ****?” There was guilt in his voice. The possibility of me being hungry didn't cross his mind until I mentioned it.

“You're a terrible nurse” I mocked. “I'm not a picky eater, I'll eat anything as long as it's got some flavor.” Faiz noted down my request on his wrist with a blue pen. “and I wouldn't mind some orange juice.” I licked my lips just imagining the sweet sour taste. Just the thought was enough to warm me.

“Orange juice…” repeated Faiz. “Got it. I know a place that serves freshly squeezed orange juice, better than that factory packed shit. It's a little far but Jaden could use the exercise, besides I'm paying him back. It's only fair to do so.” He grinned. The smile immediately faded after a loud rumbling came from his stomach.

He said, smacking his lips, “Birria tacos and orange juice doesn't sound too bad right now.”

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