I'm dead without you (omegaverse)

Our Dorian, part 1

It was dark and quiet inside the big house. A few lights were lit, but non in the entryway where Eamon sat on the floor and leaned against the wall. He held his cellphone in his hands and stared at it. As if he could make it ring if he stared hard enough. The boy was waiting for his daídai or Shiro to call about dad. His wonderful, amazing dad that he loved so much.

Eamon gritted his teeth, and he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He didn't want to cry. Not yet. Not when he was all alone. Finian and Shiro had both gone to the hospital almost thirty minutes earlier. Eamon had asked if they should wake Caoimhe, but Finian didn't think it was a good idea. Caoimhe would only get upset and want to go with them, but it wouldn't do the children any good to just sit in the hospital and wait. Finian decided that Caoimhe didn't need to know anything yet, that it was better to let her sleep and tell her when she woke up. But at the same time, Finian didn't want Eamon to be alone. Finian suggested calling his mother to keep Eamon company, but Eamon didn't want that. He wanted to call Tem.

Finian and Shiro hadn't left home until Eamon told them that Tem was on his way. It was a relief for them that Tem would come. They trusted him to be there for Eamon and the girls, so they left to go to their beloved Dorian.

Tem would soon be there. Eamon barely had time to ask him before Tem was already putting on his shoes, but still, every second alone felt painfully long. Eamon knew that it hadn't been that long since he called, but his whole being needed Tem. He had never felt so alone as now. Like he was all alone in the entire world. Just him and the agonising worry for his father. And when the door finally opened, Eamon jumped up and caught Tem in his arms. Although Tem was surprised by the sudden welcome, he threw his arms around Eamon and held him tightly. Eamon buried his face in the crook of Tem's neck, and without a word, he began to cry. They didn't say anything. Not a word. Tem figured that Eamon would talk when he felt ready to. But his heart ached by the anguished cries from his mate. They stood like that for a long time until the phone rang, and Eamon quickly let go of Tem.

"Dadaí?" Eamon's voice trembled.

Tem watched as Eamon listened intently. He didn't say much, just a few "okay" and "yes", but Tem could see that Eamon became calmer the longer the conversation went on. After saying goodbye and ending the call, the teenager breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tem with his face wet with tears and his eyes red and swollen. Tem gently wiped the tears from Eamon's cheek and caressed it with his hand.

"Let's go to your room."

Eamon nodded, and after Tem took off his jacket and shoes, they went hand in hand to Eamon's room. They sat down on the bed, and Eamon rested against the wall.

"What did Finian say?"

"Dad's face has been injured."

"How?"

"Some bastard threw two bottles at his head. His right eye and ear are hurt. But that was everything daídai could tell me. The doctors put Dad under anaesthesia to help with the pain, and Dadaí and Shiro are waiting to talk with the doctor."

"God, I'm so sorry, Sweetheart," Tem took Eamon's hand in his and squeezed them tightly.

"You know, that time in the hospital when we laughed that you called Dad a genius. We didn't really mean anything bad about it, but we shouldn't have done it because Dad's really smart. He had the best grades in his class, and he built a successful record company. And he's so funny and kind."

The regret was apparent in Eamons face. But before Tem could say anything, the young man continued.

"What if dad's injuries are really bad? What if he can't use his eye anymore? Or ear?"