Danger, keep out

“Thanks, by the way” he mumbled before they went in. “Thanks for coming with me and stuff, and for putting up with me. I know I’m a pain in the arse most of the time, and I probably don’t deserve it, but I just– thanks” he smiled, holding onto Levi’s hand a little too tight as they walked into the clinic. 

He moved down the halls to the mental health wing, smiling at the secretary at the desk. “Levi? We aren’t expecting you today, are we?” the woman asked. He shook his head with a smile, nudging his head toward Oliver. “No, just here with-,” he started, before being cut off. “The boyfriend! Heard so much about this one,” she said with a grin, handing Oliver a chart. “Just fill this out and she’ll be right with you.”

He followed his boyfriend to the car, letting Levi drive to wherever they were going, and he nervously wrung his hands in anticipation. He wanted to hold Levi’s hand, examine his fingers like he did when he got nervous, or anxious, but he was driving, so he couldn’t. Instead he picked at the skin by his nails, leaving his fingers raw and harsh. “You’ll come with me right?” he asked suddenly, because he hadn’t clarified this yet. “Don’t leave me with alone, at least not today– please?”

He groaned at the suggestion, rolling his eyes as he fished through his drawer. “I’m too tired” he shrugged, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a clean pair of boxers, stripping out of the sweaty ones he’d been wearing before. “Maybe I’m an alien” he huffed again as he pulled the hoody off and replaced it with another. This was probably the first time Oliver hadn’t worn skinny jeans outside of campus in his life, but he just didn’t care. 

“Well, maybe we could suggest the medication I was on, since that seemed to be working for you,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I could say that it helped me, so it would probably help you,” he suggested with a soft smile, leaning over to grab his jacket from the end of the bed and pull it on. “It’ll be over with in no time, don’t be so bitter,” he said, standing up and making his way over to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I hate the shit they put me on before” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He grimaced at the shorts and hoody he was wearing from his run, but he really just didn’t have the energy for a shower, as disgusting as that seemed. “Will I just wear a tracksuit?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he pulled himself out of the bed. 

“Or....” he started. “You could, you know, get a shower like a normal human being would,” he suggested, a smirk on his lips. “Then dress in something that’s actually clean,” he finished. “Just an idea, though. You don’t have to listen to me,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “But we’re going, wheteher you like it or not.”

Ollie tilts his head up, his eyes opening softly as he takes Levi in, tracing a finger over his cheekbone with a smile. He doesn’t want him to wake up, because he doesn’t want to go to the doctors, and as much as he knows he needs to, and he’s agreed, he’s secretly hoping for Levi to just sleep the rest of the day away. 

He knew the answer would be no. No one wanted to go to the doctor, especially when they had a bad experience with doctors in the past. “It won’t be long. We’ll be back in no time and hopefully with something that can help you sleep. Something prescribed,” he said with a smile. 

He fell into the room after, couldn’t even find the energy to strip, just collapsed into his bed and curled up, finally drifting off. He was curled into a ball in the corner of the bed, up against the wall, his hair spread across his face, and across the pillow. He didn’t even hear the door open, slept through it, whimpering a bit in his sleep but otherwise stayed still, his mouth open and eyes shut tightly. 

As per usual, it was easy for Levi to sleep on demand. He didn’t even have to be that tired, he just fell asleep enough to recharge the little bit of energy he’d used that day. He was like a Sim in that way. He trailed his fingers through Oliver’s hair absent-mindedly, his hand going limp once he’d finally dozed off to sleep.

Oliver leaned into Levi, resting his head onto the boy’s shoulder, closing his eyes, letting the tiredness finally take over. He nodded then, at the request, because it had gotten so bad that now he even realised that he had to fix the problem. “Just” he mumbled, prying his eyes open and pulling his head up to look at Levi. “We’ll go after your classes” he nodded. “I’ll wait here, you go to class and then, then we’ll go, we can go at that time, right?”

“You need to sleep, Oliver,” he warned, making his way over to the door. “I’ll be back in a bit and then we’ll go, alright?” he said with a nod before making his way out. The day was a busy one, filled with teachers constantly pestering him about all he had missed. It was all going in one ear and out the other. Once hours had passed and he finally finished with the day, he made his way back to Oliver’s and opened the door. “You ready?”

He looked down at his bare foot, and then to the door where his boots were, and his lips settled into a straight line on his face, because he didn’t even have the energy to pretend anymore. “So maybe it’s been a while” he shrugged, knowing Levi would understand that he was talking about sleeping. “You can’t miss anymore class though” he mumbled, the rational side of him speaking, leaning into Levi, resting his forehead onto the other’s. “I can’t sleep” he said then. “It’s even harder without you” he added, the irrational side of him peaking through now. 

“I know I can’t miss anymore class,” he snapped too quickly, shaking his head in order to show that he didn’t mean it. He really didn’t mean it, he’d just been having a tough time trying to articulate what he was trying to say. “I’m just worried about you,” he mumbled, shaking his head with a frown. He sighed, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Can we please go to a doctor?” he asked. “You can see mine. It won’t be so bad.”

“What? No!” he shook his head, combing his fingers through his hair as Levi went on. He watched him sit on the bed, the books falling about, and he shook his head again. “Don’t be ridiculous” he laughed. “You can’t miss anymore classes, and I’m fine, honestly” he said, putting his hands out in a surrender motion, but they were shaking with adrenaline. He hadn’t even noticed. “Levi you need to go to class, catch up, get your work done, don’t be silly” he shook his head again, more of a permanent thing now. “Come on, I want you to graduate the same time as me, we can sleep when we’re done” he nodded, convinced that he was making perfect sense even though his fly was still undone and he was missing a sock on his left food. “It’s no big deal, so I’m a little tired” he shrugged. “Nothing new” he laughed again, even though nothing was funny. 

“Olls, you look like you haven’t slept in days,” he said, running a hand over his face. “Can’t you at least stay home for the day?” he suggested, sitting up straighter. “You really need to catch up on sleep,” he said gently, moving off the bed and toward him. “You’re a right mess, you know that?” he asked with a smirk, reaching his hands down to tug the zipper on his jeans up. “You’re missing a sock,” he whispered, before tilting his head toward the door. “And your boots are over there, like they always are,” he said, smirking playfully at him, even though he still couldn’t help but worry about him. 

He’d lost track of time hours ago, currently sitting cross legged on his bed, clad in only his boxers, all of his books spread out in front of him, reading the titles. He wasn’t taking anything in though, just staring really, trying to remember if B came before C in the alphabet, because he was so tired he hadn’t even realised Caden had got up, got ready and already left. Ollie’s eyes finally left the books and focused on Levi. “Hi” he grinned, and his eyes were bloodshot and crazy, but he was so happy to see his boyfriend, he practically leaped off he bed, knocking half the books onto the floor so he could wrap his arms around Levi’s neck. “Shit” he mumbled when he realised. “What time is it?” he asked, pulling away so he could go about finding his jeans. “I’ll be ready in a sec” he hummed, pulling on a jumper. 

“Hey, Olls?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows cautiously. “You okay?” he asked, moving behind him and placing a hand at the small of his back. “Did you sleep at all last night?” he continued, leaning against the dresser and attempting to find his eyes and meet his gaze. One thing was certain, these two were quite the mess. “Maybe we should skip the morning, yeah? It’s not a big deal. We can catch up on one half day. At least then you can get some sleep. Proper sleep. Even if it is just a couple hours,” he suggested, or more like, insisted. He sat down on the bed, shrugging his backpack off his shoulders. “Come on. I wasn’t ready for life yet anyway. We got back late.”