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Twenty-Two

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The first day of Wyatt's injury was honestly the 'worst' in comparison to every day that followed. The first day, he'd been high off his ass, he was whiny and clingy, but honestly Owen found it a little adorable. He complained a lot, but Owen probably would be complaining too if he were the one hurt. Wyatt was an active talker, and he moved his hands a lot when he talked, so he honestly seemed a little lost without his left hand.

He was always happy to listen to Wyatt, no matter what he was talking about. His voice was soft and beautiful, his accent made everything he said sound cute--but it was so soothing and angelic. Even with the whiny lilt in his voice, Owen loved it. The second day, he was a little whinier than usual, but he was mostly just grumpy.. The third day, Owen and David had classes at alternating times, so Owen stayed with Wyatt through the morning, and David took over in the afternoon after his class ended. Wyatt also had to call Kira and break the news about his arm. He made up some story about Ezekiel stumbling and grabbing him--Owen knew differently, but it was Wyatt's decision to keep it quiet. He'd spent the day on the phone with Carlton and the band, and by the time the call was over, Wyatt was even more grumpy. Wyatt was appeased by Owen feeding him a piece of triple chocolate cake with some kind of chocolate drizzle on top of it.

Owen and David had both stayed at Wyatt's the rest of the weekend, and Monday night too--giving him enough time for his arm to heal so that he could dress himself easily. On Tuesday, David went home for the night, saying he needed to wash his suits because he was on call Wednesday night. David seemed hesitant to leave, but he really didn't have a choice. Thursday, David returned so that Owen could go home for the night. He had to keep a better check on the dishes at his place--Matt's poor girlfriend shouldn't have to do Matt's dishes.

He was aware that he shouldn't either, but he'd rather do it than make her do it. She didn't even live with them. On Friday, Wyatt sent David home so he could get ready for his shift at the hospital, with the promise that he'd see them both at seven that evening. Owen was in the process of getting his shit together to go over to Wyatt's when Matt stuck his head in his room and told him that his parents were outside of their apartment and he didn't feel like talking to them. That was the moment, he realized he'd fucked up.

He completely forgot that his mama and dad were coming up to New York for the weekend. Cue an immediate anxiety attack, his mind racing as he sent a semi-coherent message to Wyatt about what was happening while also trying to get to his front door before his mama called him. His phone went off as he was pulling open the door, and he couldn't answer it yet. Fuck fuck fuck this wasn't good he'd only just gotten into a contract with Wyatt and he was already fucking up.

Why couldn't he keep track of things?!

"Mama, what're you doin' here so late?" Owen asked, his eyes running over her. She looked a little different than the last time he'd seen her. Her soft brown hair was a little lighter thanks to high-lights, and her honey hued eyes were bright and excited.

"We just got in!" Mama said, throwing her arms out and tugging him forward. Owen wrapped his arms around her, squeezing a little. "Oh Owie, I miss you so much at home! When are ya comin' back," She asked, squeezing him a little bit before pulling away.

"Mama you know I still got two more years before I can even think about it," Owen said, flushing a little as he started playing with his hair, pushing it out of his eyes.

"You need a haircut," She said, making Owen groan. Not this again.

"Mama, I like my hair," Owen said, flushing more as he pulled back a little.