Mateless and Home Bound

Chapter 51: Sorry

"Dr. Button," he whined. "I said I was fine!"

"And my notes tell me otherwise," the old man huffed. "I'm not letting you out of here until you are fully recovered, Eric."

"But I feel great," he argued. He hated that the doctor always used his notes as an excuse. If he could write on it himself, he would. But he didn't have the best handwriting. And he couldn't write to make it believable to Dr. Button. The man was too good at his paperwork.

"You feel great only because of that shot that you were given," those light blue eyes looked as stern as ever. "You're lucky that you were even able to make it all the way here in your condition."

Eric groaned and rubbed his head. He didn't want to be bedridden for the rest of the week. There was still so much that he was trying to do. He had to give them all a description of the leader. He had to find him. If he got him, then this would all be over with. They could just kill him or capture him and then his followers would be left blind. And none of them would go after Dad or Sage ever again.

Things just couldn't be simple, though. He had that man right in front of his very eyes. All it would have taken was one bite to his neck, and he would have been dead. But he wasn't strong enough to withstand all of those arrows they were flinging at him. He had to get help.

A knock on the door made him ignore the headache that he was giving himself. He looked to see Pop and Dad walking in. Both looked really worried, but Dad did the most. He didn't want to worry them. The whole point of trying to figure all of this out without them was so that they wouldn't have as much work to deal with. So Dad wouldn't be scared all the time and Pop wouldn't be stressed about keeping him inside. He was trying to help, and he failed.

Eric sighed to himself. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this Alpha stuff.

"Eric," Dad hugged him. "You scared us half to death!"

"Sorry," he hugged him back. "I was just trying to help."

"Trying to help would have been telling us about what you found out from Dexter," Pop said. His arms were crossed in the way that made Eric know that he was in trouble. Dr. Button had walked out of the room at that point, which was the second clue to that.

"You were both busy," Eric tried to backpedal as best he could. But neither were taking it. Even Dad stopped hugging him to give him an upset look.

"Not for something like that," Dad shook his head. "And you definitely shouldn't have gone by yourself out there, Eric. Do you know how hurt you got?"

Another groan escaped him as he laid back down. He really just wanted to be in his room right then. Then he could at least lock the door.

Wait. Dad had the master key.

Dammit. There was no escape.

"Eric, we're serious," Dad said. "You almost got killed out there."

"I know," he said, rubbing his face. He still felt a little drowsy from it all. Then he looked at them with some excitement. "But I found the leader! I know which one of them is leading all of these people!"

"That doesn't mean risk your life, Eric," Pop still looked at him sternly. "You even had Jane thinking that you were going to die."

Oh yeah. He forgot about that. He didn't exactly want to remember that, if he were being honest. Because he really thought he was going to die. He just didn't want his death to be all for nothing. He wanted the blood of that hunter spilt on the ground before his last breath. But Jane didn't listen to him. He was glad, because he really didn't want to die. He just didn't think that there was any saving him.