 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver struggled to the hospital wing supporting Dillon whom had his arm around his neck causing Oliver to have to stoop because the boy was so small.
With a groan, he guided him to a chair and sat him down. “You're alright now, mate. It was only a bit of ketchup.” heh! Scared of ketchup?! This was going to come back and bite the boy on the bum in the near future.
“You'll be ok.” He backed towards the exit. “I'll be back later to check on you. But I need to be...ur.. somewhere.” And Oliver was out of there. He hated hospitals and anything associated to them.
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