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The Secret Behind the Bandages

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A/N: Heads-up for descriptive literature involving lots of blood. Take caution with reading just in case you get creeped out easily or might never think the same about Oliver. Listen to the link in the description if you want to cry or something.

    Lightning ripped across the inky, black sky, triggering thunder to roar loadly overhead. The salty scent of the sea filled the young blonde's nostrils as he ran nimbly through the alleyway, stepping in puddles. The asphalt was soaked in rain water, and the coolness felt much better than the regular, rough terrain. It was getting a bit difficult to see through the stormy weather, or maybe it could be because of the youth's vision becoming worse. He slowed down his running pace and immidiately took shelter underneath an appartment room's balcony, for it partially protected him from the rain. He shivered and hugged himself tightly to preserve warmth during this chilly weather. As he panted, he frowned as he could see his own breath rise into the air. Luckily, he had a nice, navy-blue coat with him. Plus his white sailor's cap kept most of the rain out of his mid-length, matted hair. "D-Don't worry, Oliver," he whispered reassuringly to himself, "everything w-will be fine!" A few stutters escaped his lips. His eyes darted around a few times, scanning the alley. He noticed a garbage can a few meters away and swiftly hurried towards it. The young British boy's stomach growled and he gave a wince. He took a step closer towards the can to open up its lid and hopefully find something edible inside of it. "E-Eyaaaaaa!" he cried sharply, his left foot stinging as he set the foot on the ground. Pain surged up his left leg and throughout his body, his attention instantly turning towards his foot. He lifted it up slightly and glanced at shattered pieces of glass that had pierced the skin, crimson-red blood leaking through the cut. Holding back tears, Oliver carefully took a few steps away from the broken glass and sat on the damp ground to remove the pieces from his foot. He gave small whimpers as he painfully removed them, realizing that they were caught in his foot deeper than he imagined. His vision was getting poor, unable to locate some of the pieces sticking out visibly from his foot. The young boy closed his right eye, checking on how bad that his infected left eye was getting. He waved his hand back and forth a few times in front of the eye, getting worried since it was really blurry. Oliver paused to think for a moment or two, then determined that he was going blind. He opened up his right eye and closed his left eye, glad that at least one eye was fine. He scratched at his closed left eye a few times before rising to his feet. Pain still lingered in his bleeding foot, but puddles of rain water brought him relief. Cautiously, Oliver inched closer to the trash can, opening the lid careful to not alert whoever the owner was. Shoot! It was completely empty! The youth placed the lid gently back on, jolting a bit as lightning illuminated the dark alley. Shortly after, thunder boomed, the center of the storm coming closer. I need to do something about my left eye, he thought, otherwise it could get worse and worse... Nervously, he glanced around the alley while thinking. He looked down at his foot, a small pool of blood forming. That was when his gaze focused on a large piece of glass as big as a knife. His mind rejected the idea that first came into his head, but decided that it was the best thing to do. Oliver sat down on the ground, lifting up the piece of glass with a wide frown on his face. It was either he forcefully gouged out the infected eye himself or allowed its current condition to worsen and worsen. He brought it close against his left eye, feeling his heart race. "D-Don't worry...everything will be f-fine..." he said, placing the sharpest point of the glass right underneath the eyeball. "It'll be just a m-minute or two~" he chimed. As he slowly poked the eye with the glass, he gave a loud yelp. Tears formed again, a few flowing down his face already. The deeper he dug the glass in, the louder his cries became. For sure, more blood was already falling down the left side of his face. Slowly, he moved the glass around the perimeter of his eyeball, keeping his left eye wide open so he could remove it completely. He could feel the warm liquid trickle smoothly down the arm that was gouging out the eye. "I-It's fine...j-just keep g-going...it's just to stop the infection...just to stop the infection..." He kept reiterating the last part of his sentence, keeping it as his motivation. Oliver kept cutting at his left eye with the broken glass, moving ever so slowly out of a mixture of nervousy and fear. After a few more minutes, he dislodged his eye from its socket once he finished forming an outline using the sharp glass. The British boy dropped the glass, listening to it hit the ground. The first thing he did was cover his left eye with both his hands to try and cease its bleeding. The next thing he did was to look around the alley for something to stop the blood from pouring out. Another flash of lightning lit up the entire alleyway again. Oliver detected a trash can near end of the alley and hurried towards it quickly, thunder shaking the ground a bit. He scavenged through it, searching desperately for something to stop the severe bleeding. He felt something a bit soft and yanked it out quickly. Bandages! How fortunate! Determinedly, he wrapped it around his head diagonally and wraped the ends together tightly. This should hopefully help, he thought, searching desperately through the can for anything else that could be useful. He sighted another bandage with his good eye and pulled it out, then proceeded to wrap it around his left foot that was bleeding earlier. "S-See Oliver? Everything's fine..."
[ I might add more later, but please enjoy! I wrote this because I believed it was the most logical reason behind Oliver's bandages. I imagine him more as a poor boy who lives on the streets by himself, scavenging around for food. And if he's lucky enough, people pity him (like how he got his coat). But sometimes, he will steal, such as how he got his hat. And the reason of why he lost his eye is because of infection, so he had to remove it himself. :C

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EDIT: LOOK AT THIS PICTURE TO GET A BETTER VISUAL.
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EDIT 2: LOOK AT ALL THOSE VIEWS. Gosh, this deviation is old.

EDIT 3: Asdf this made it into a list of unofficial headcanons. e_e ]
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heeheelala
"S-see, Oliver?"
WELL HE SURE DOESN'T WITH HIS LEFT EYE!