Okay, so hiiii I'm Reagan. I'm extremely new to this website (It's so confusing help) Buttttt I'm trying it out so um. This is my first story on here, and it might suck, but I hope you like it anyways!

"So... Now what?"

It was the only question Kaz could ask. The fight with Oliver's mother ended only hours ago and the hospital had never felt so dead. Skylar was consoling Horace over the loss of his wife and Allen was eating the untouched wedding cake. Oliver had remained quiet for a good while and picked up little jobs to do so he could stay busy. Kaz never left his side the entire night, except to grab some cake from Allen when the bigger boy wasn't looking.

Oliver rocked on his heels and looked around the lobby. "I'm gonna go take a walk. I need some time to clear my head."

"I don't think you should be going-"

"Kaz, I'm fine. I'll just walk around the hospital a few times, no biggie. See you later."

When Oliver left, Skylar joined Kaz at the front desk. They watched the doors slide shut behind Oliver.

"So what do you think?" Skylar asked.

Kaz licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. "He'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"Horace said he can stay at the hospital since he was kinda, almost, Oliver's stepdad."

"That's perfect. Oliver's dad lives on the other side of town. He'd have to completely transfer schools and everything. I doubt I could handle that."

"We have school tomorrow. Think he'll go?"

"Probably. Him and his good boy habits keep him from skipping. It's boring sometimes. But I guess I'll let it slide this week."

"How generous of you," Skylar deadpanned.

Kaz shrugged. "I try."

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"How many bones are in the human body?"

Oliver sat back in his seat and sighed. He had the option of skipping out on school for the whole week, but his brain wouldn't let him accept it. Stupid brain. His heart was really begging for a bag of popcorn and a Tecton movie marathon. He looked to his right, where Kaz was dozing off, as usual. To his left, Skylar sat upright and took notes. Behind him, Gus made a plane out of macaroni. In front of him, Jordan drew a picture with black and grey sharpies. Everything seemed so normal, yet it felt like a completely different universe.

"Kaz!" the teacher snapped, jerking the boy upright.

"Two hundred and six!" Kaz exclaimed, looking around. He realized where he was and cleared his throat.

The teacher blinked. "That's actually... Correct. Good job, Kaz." With a grin, Kaz accepted a half hearted high five from Oliver.

"Oliver, why don't you tell the class how many bones are in the hand?" He paused, trying to think of an answer. Then a memory flashed through his mind and he frowned. He looked at his hands as they fiddled together and he slumped in his chair.

"Twenty-seven," he answered, glancing at the teacher to see his reaction. The man nodded.

"Are you alright, Oliver? Did that question hit a nerve?" He laughed, like the possibility was one in a million. But it wasn't.

"Actually, yeah," Oliver responded with half a smirk, half a heart, half an emotion. "When I was seven, um, my mom broke her finger in a wreck. I was so worried about her," he paused to laugh, because now the thought of worrying about her seemed ridiculous, "but she told me not to be scared because she still had twenty-six working bones in her hand."

"What an interesting approach to reassuring a kid."

Oliver pressed his lips together. "Yeah," he agreed, "my mom sure is an interesting person." He felt the stares of Skylar and Kaz, along with the rest of the class. They knew something was wrong. And they wouldn't stop staring. He didn't like it. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher nodded and Oliver gathered his things. He left before Kaz could reach out and stop him. The teacher was confused as the student left with his bag and books. A second later, he was yelling down the hall, trying to call Kaz back into his classroom.

"I'm fine, Kaz," Oliver said as he rounded the corner. He didn't even turn to look back at his best friend. He pushed open the front door and stormed down the steps. Kaz was hot on his trail. He managed to grab Oliver's arm when they reached the street.

"Kaz, I told you-" Kaz cut him off with a hug. A tight hug. The kind that says 'I know you're not fine and that's okay.' Oliver's body stiffened, then relaxed. He rested his forehead on Kaz's shoulder and stood there for a moment before returning the hug.

"I told you not to come today," Kaz breathed.

"Well I honestly didn't expect that to happen." Kaz smirked and pulled away.

"Okay, new plan: We're going to go back to the hospital and watch Tecton movies all day and you're not coming back here until you're ready."

With a smile, Oliver nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Lets go home."