Another random quest, (GAY) (O/O) CLOSED

"No, you're good," Oci said, his voice tight. "Is it too bad?" He took a few shallow breaths and tried to calm down. It wouldn't do any good if he was freaking out. Which he wasn't, exactly, but still.

"Hmm… Do you think you can make some sort of temporary bandage? Just to last until we get to my safe house." Oci asked, his voice still strained. "The guards might still be looking for us, and I want to get into the city before they really lock it down."

Oci waited until Marco had finished tying the bandage on before moving into a more comfortable position. "Thank you for that." He gave Marco a real smile and looked down at his chest. "Oh. Where's my shirt and jacket? Are they covered in blood?"

"Okay." Oci nodded slightly. "Well, at least we won't look as suspicious as if we'd just walked in covered in blood." He took a deep breath and got to his feet as slowly as he could. He was slightly dizzy, but not too bad. "Can I have the jacket?"

"Yeah. It's not a long way to the city from here anyways." Oci accepted the jacket and put it on, careful not to disturb the bandage Marco had tied over his wound. "I think I'll be good. If I start to fall, though… can you catch me?" He looked over at Marco with a small smile on his face and tied the jacket closed, so someone couldn't see the bandages.

"Thanks." Oci nodded. "Yeah." He started walking towards the city, which really was about five minutes away from where they had stopped. As he neared the entrance to the city, Oci noticed that there were more guards posted there than normal. They also appeared to be searching everything and asking to see identification. "Well… that's not good."

Oci glanced over at Marco. "Well… I know another way in. It's a bit of a longer walk, but there won't be that many guards there. At least, I hope." He turned and started walking along the wall towards a smaller entrance.

The smaller entrance was guarded by only one person, and she didn't seem to care that Oci was walking towards her. He put his hand into his pocket and drew out a few coins, pressing them into her hand as he passed. The streets beyond the entrance were busy, but most with regular people, not guards.

Oci smiled back at Marco and led the way down the streets, stopping in front of a run-down brick building. The windows were covered in wood slates, and it looked really sketchy. After glancing up and down the street, Oci reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the door and ushered Marco into the house before closing the door behind him.

"Well, I think there should be some medical supplies somewhere in here," Oci said. "You could help me, or I could call someone else if you don't want to. Which is totally fine, by the way. Don't feel pressured." He gave Marco a reassuring smile and started towards the kitchen, where he kept the medical supplies.

"Alright. I'll call Karia anyways, and he can show you in case you ever need to do it again. I hope not, but you never know." Oci grabbed the case full of supplies and set it on the table, then reached into his pocket again and pulled out a small silver orb. He tapped it once and nodded. "He'll be here soon."

"No, you're good." Oci sat down at the table and started undoing the buttons on his jacket. A few minutes after Oci had called, the sounds of a door unlocking reached them. A young man with shoulder-length real hair walked in, looking concerned.
"Oci, what did you do?"
"Arrow. Karia, this is Marco. Marco, Karia."

"So… what am I doing here?" Karia asked, his honey-colored eyes flitting between Oci and Marco.
"You're fixing me up, and showing him how to do it," Oci answered, sliding off the jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair.
"Oh, right. Marco, want to come over here? I don't bite." Karia smiled warmly at Marco and opened the box full of medical supplies.

"Okay, so first what you want to do is…" Karia started, pulling the necessary supplies out of the box. He undid the bandages, cleaned the wound, applied some sort of salve to it, and rebandaged the wound, all the while providing commentary to Marco on the best ways to do it. Oci simply sat there, wincing when Karia cleaned the wound, but overall he was quite calm. "Did you get everything?" Karia asked, looking at Marco expectantly.

"He doesn't talk too much, does he?" Karia asked, patting Oci on the unwounded shoulder and packing up the supplies. "Well, will I see you tomorrow?"
"Maybe." Oci shrugged and stood up. "Thanks again." Karia nodded and walked out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Oci looked towards Marco. "What will we do now?"