I can ('t) handle it

Kaz's pov

72 hours.4320 minutes. 259.200 seconds. 3 days. I've been being bullied at school for 3 days. I haven't told anyone, not even the team, not even Oliver.. Why? Because I didn't want to burden anyone, I was Kaz, I could handle it. That's what I told myself everyday.

Cuts, bruises, punches,taunts... But I held everything back. Until today. I got a nasty black eye, impossible to hide completely. I knew today was the day the cat would have to come out of the bag.

I came home with my head ducked, but that was far from enough to fool my life-long best friend and the team's mother hen. Oliver and Bree spoke in unison
"Kaz! What happened?"

While Bree sped upstairs to retrieve her medical supplies and doctor's coat, Oliver used his powers to create an ice pack for me to apply to my eye.

Once "Dr. Davenport" came back downstairs, I was unwillingly submitted to hours on end of her medical and motherly care. Not that I didn't like her maternal side...

Oliver questioned me, looking straight into my eyes
"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell ME?!"

I sighed
" We all have our own battles, and more important ones as a team. I'm Kaz, I thought I could handle it. BOY, was I wrong..."

A look of rage pierced Oliver's blue eyes as he spoke " Mama Bree? I'm gonna go deal with this stupid fool that dared hurt my brother."

Surprisingly, he gained her permission; and when he came back; we played some Topple The Tower, Bree made some of her famous potato soup, then the clock struck 8:30 and she tucked us all in bed.

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