Chapter 8

Oliver was in a really bad spot. He had just stabbed his so called 'friend' in the palm after being rescued from a bloodthirsty rodent. And now he will have to deal with an angry human, just great. Oliver continued starring up at Isaac in fear and regret. He was about to apologize when Isaac's gaze softened, confusing Oliver more.

"S-sorry, Oliver, I didn't mean to be rough with you. You just surprised me when you uh...ya know, stabbed me." Isaac said sheepishly, as he stared down at the tiny boy in his palm. He felt really guilty about scarring his friend. "So, are you okay? Your not hurt are you?" He said looking at Oliver more closely.

Oliver spoke nervously "n-nah i'm f-f-fine" he said, cursing his stutter.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to be in pain" he said, gently prodding the small boy with his pointer finger.

Oliver winced when the massive finger touched him exactly where it hurt. He didn't want to show Isaac any vulnerability, and if that meant holding in the lake of tears that wanted to flow out, then that's what he had to do. Unfortunately for Oliver, Isaac did notice when the tiny flinched, and felt even more guilty that his friend didn't trust him.

"Y-you don't hafta' lie about it, everyone feels pain. Do you need any help tending to your wound?" Isaac spoke softly. Oliver, realizing he had been found out, nodded solemnly. No point in making him mad again.

He sighed "yeah, it does kinda hurt..." Oliver drifted off.

"Well, lets not waste any time in getting you fixed up" Isaac said, happy that his friend was being honest.

They made their way to Isaac's room. Isaac placed the tiny on his nightstand and went to get the first aid kit. Oliver sat lamenting next to the bedside lamp, when Isaac walked in carrying all sorts of medical supply's.

"So uh, how should we do this?" Oliver asked looking at all of the things Isaac had brought.

"Well for starters, you need to show me the damage. Take off your shirt." Isaac said bluntly. A heavy blush crept up Oliver's face as he removed his belts and shirt.

"Oh wow..." Isaac said as he looked at Oliver's chiseled form he had a red gash just under his armpit. "Ahem. I mean, wow, that looks painful."

Oliver nodded silently, still starring holes in the floor. Isaac scooped up his friend gentility. "So, this may sting a bit, do you wanna it it on or should i?" He asked Oliver.

"C-can you do it, I'm...nervous" he replied.

Isaac began to rub the cream onto Oliver's wounds carefully. Oliver had to bite his lip from screaming. It felt like he was being stabbed. Like fire was spreading all along his wound. He couldn't take it anymore. Like a dam breaking, tears flowed down Oliver's cheeks. He sobbed hard. Isaac profusely apologized, and told him that it wouldn't take long for the pain to subside, but Oliver kept sobbing.

"Suhhh, its okay. It's over now, see? I bandaged you up good as new." Isaac said holding Oliver close, ad the tiny boy sobbed into his shirt.

Oliver continued crying for awhile, ad Isaac stroked him rhythmically. Eventually he stopped and just sat there, breathing calmly. "Oliver" Isaac said softly, he looked down to see that the tiny had fallen asleep crying. And Isaac, not wanting to disturb him, continued sitting in bed, waiting for him to wake up.

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Oliver woke to a calming, rhythmic noise, ba dump...ba dump...ba dump... he was surrounded by warmth. A smell, like dandelions and sunset, comforted him. He was happy. he didn't wants move, but the pull of sleep was quickly escaping him. He groggily opened his eyes.

He lay on a surface of soft fabric, that looked vast and would have gone on forever if not met with the colossal form of a head. Head? Where was he? Then the events of the night before returned to him, Oliver pushed himself to get up but was blocked by what seemed to be Isaac's hand, covering him like a blanket.

So he was on Isaac? Oliver wiggled out from under the hand, and began to climb up Isaac's shirt. Once he reached the humans neck though, he was unable to wake the sleeping Isaac. So he decided to lay in the crook of his neck, and enjoy the view until the teen awoke.

He looked around, finally able to see all of Isaac's room. He had a desk which was perpendicular to the bed, and to the right was the window. Streaks of light flowed in from the morning sun. Birds chirped outside, he spotted a tree, old and huge, where wild squirrels scavenged for nuts. It was early, maybe seven in the morning. The sun, having just risen, was warm as it shone.

Oliver could hear Isaac's steady breathing, soft and slow, like how he pictured ocean waves to sound. A soft breeze from the open window rustled Isaac's hazel brown hair. His lips were parted ever so slightly, and the faintest bit pink. Oliver pondered how he could have ever been scarred of him. At least, he wasn't right now,he felt so calm, enjoying the morning, not at all bothered by anything. It was as though all his worries had disappeared.

Issac began to stir, and Oliver quickly braced himself for movement. The human yawned softly and raised a hand to rub out the tiredness. He looked down to where Oliver had been the night before and began to panic. He looked around himself trying to find his friend, when he herd soft giggling next to his right ear.

Isaac raised his hand up to his shoulder and grasped for the tiny form, which he knew must be Oliver. He herd a soft gasp as he lifted the tiny teen to eye level. He saw a disheveled Oliver squirming as he was held by his shirt.

"Hey! No fair, put me down." Oliver wined starring up at the gigantic eyes. They were a stunning shade of emerald, like summertime meadows, or glistening jewels. They locked eyes for a few seconds, starring at each other in wonder before Isaac cleared his throat and broke the silence. Isaac cupped his hand to where Oliver could sit comfortably. But Oliver, in protest refused to sit, and stood arms crossed inches away from the humans nose.

"What were you doing?" Isaac inquired holding back a grin at how tiny and adorable his friend was.

"I, was simply enjoying my morning. And by the way, you snore, loud!" Oliver knew the second wasn't true but he had to have some leverage. Isaac answered with a goofy grin.

"Okay, but you fell asleep on me, so I couldn't just move you." Isaac said with a smirk. Oliver blushed hard, and to make thing worse, his stomach growled. "Hungry?" The giant asked teasingly.

Oliver rolled his eyes "maybe...what's it to you" he said acting tough.

"Well, do you want pancakes?"

"Pan-cakes? What are those?" Oliver said confused.

"Oh my gosh! You haven't had pancakes? What kind of life do you live in where you can't even have herd of pancakes!?" Isaac exclaimed in astonishment, the volume caused Oliver to flinch.

"The life of a borrower that's what." Oliver blurted out.

"Borrow...a what?"

"...a...a borrower" Oliver said tensing up suddenly and suddenly now seemed like a good time to study his shoes.

"What's a borrower?"

"I-I uh.....I'm a borrower. I borrow things that human beans won't miss."

"Wait...did you just say human beans?" Isaac gushed at the tinies accent, almost midwestern.

"T-that's what you are. A-a human bean" Oliver began to blush deeply. He wondered if the human was making fun of him.

"Uh, i think you mean being, but whatever. So are there more borrowers? Or is it just you?"

"I-uh live alone..."

"Oh, but, isn't that kinda lonely?"

"W-well i just moved in so not really"

"Oh, well if you ever are lonely, Ill be here."

"Well, i think we should go get breakfast. What do you say?"

"That would be nice"