As soon as Liam shut the door behind him, his strong demeanor crumbled. He felt a wave of emotions wash over him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling. He asked himself if he was sad, but quickly replied, "No." At least, he didn't think so.
The truth was, Liam didn't know what he was feeling. It was all just a jumbled mix of emotions, bubbling up to the surface at once. He felt overwhelmed, like he was drowning in his own thoughts and feelings. Liam had no way to vent, no outlet for the emotions that were swirling inside him.
As he stood there, trying to make sense of his emotions, Liam couldn't help but think about his brother's behavior. Wasn't Alex afraid that Liam might die of depression? Didn't he care that his words and actions were causing Liam so much pain? But as Liam thought back to their conversation, he realized that Alex didn't seem worried. In fact, he didn't seem to care at all.
Liam felt a pang of hurt and anger at the thought. Why didn't Alex care? Didn't he know how much his words were hurting Liam? Didn't he understand that Liam was struggling to cope with the weight of his emotions? The more Liam thought about it, the more he felt like he was all alone. Like he was the only one who cared about his well-being.
As the emotions swirled inside him, Liam felt like he was losing control. He didn't know how much more he could take. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss. And he didn't know if he had the strength to pull himself back.
Liam's reluctant feet carried him towards the infirmary, a place he would rather avoid. Despite his reservations, he moved swiftly driven by the knowledge that he had no choice but to seek treatment.
Liam had never been one to seek medical attention willingly. To him, treating his wounds felt like a form of torment, a painful reminder of his vulnerabilities. He would much rather lie down, close his eyes, and let his body gradually recuperate on its own.
But today was different. Today, his brother Alex had given him an ultimatum: get treated and go to school, or face the consequences. Liam knew that Alex wasn't joking, and he had no choice but to comply.
As he approached the nurse's station, Liam felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. He hated the idea of someone poking and prodding at his wounds, asking him questions and making him feel like an invalid.
But he took a deep breath and steeled himself, knowing that he had to get this over with. He would let the nurse treat his wounds, and then he would be on his way to school. It was a small price to pay for avoiding his brother's wrath.
As Liam stood there, lost in thought, a familiar voice broke the silence. "Are you here for me?" a man with blonde hair asked, eyeing Liam with a hint of curiosity. Liam turned to face the speaker, a small smile creeping onto his face.
The man was Obed, a friend of Liam's who was a few years older. Liam had known Obed for a while now, and he had grown accustomed to visiting him whenever he needed medical attention. Obed was more than just a medical professional to Liam; he was a trusted friend and confidant.
Liam occasionally came to see Obed, so it was natural that he assumed Liam was there to see him. And in a way, Liam was. He had been hoping to avoid the other medical staff, who always seemed to look at him with a mixture of sympathy and concern. Their pitying glances made Liam feel weak and vulnerable, like he was somehow broken and in need of fixing.
But Obed was different. He never looked at Liam with sympathy or treated him like an invalid. Instead, he approached Liam's injuries with a calm, detached professionalism that Liam found reassuring. Obed would clean and dress Liam's wounds with a gentle yet firm touch, never making a fuss or asking unnecessary questions.
Sometimes, Obed would even scold Liam for being reckless or careless, and strangely, that made Liam feel a bit better. It was as if Obed's stern words were a reminder that Liam was still capable of taking care of himself, that he wasn't completely helpless.
As Liam saw Obed standing there, a look of expectation on his face, he felt some of his worries fade away. He knew that he was in good hands with Obed, and that knowledge was a comforting thought.
"No, I'm here to get my wounds treated," Liam replied, his voice firm but polite. Obed nodded, his expression unreadable. "Okay, get yourself a bed and wait for me. I'm going to prepare the materials."
Liam nodded and made his way to one of the treatment rooms. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the small, sterile space.