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Cap. 8: Discharged

It took another good month before Brett could be discharged. The wounds on his abdomen were stubborn but he managed to remove the stitches and run the final tests and physiotherapy.

Eddy had been really helpful and his hands were almost back to normal. It was just a matter of days before being able to touch his violin again. He'd been away from his work for quite long time now, but Jane had managed to give him a year of brake. So other 9 months and a half.

He still had to return to the hospital every week to make some additional tests and physiotherapy, and live as quietly as he could but overall, he could go back to his life. There was just one thing that was still a fucking actual problem: his sexual thirst.

In the time he had spent in the hospital he had never realized how sex frustrated he was. Maybe because Eddy was almost every day in his room, and he had to admit that his scent was actually soothing. All the years he had took suppressants he had never had sexual drive and even when he had relationships, he had to basically force himself since it was really something that didn't bother him in the least. But now that the brackets were gone, it was an actual problem. And the main reason this was a problem was that the only person he could have sex with was someone he hated.

Maybe not fully hate for the fact that he still saved his hands but he couldn't go over the fact that he was basically marked against his will. He knew that for Eddy was the same, but there was a substantial difference between them: Eddy was an alpha. Eddy had, for nature, life easier than him. He had to sweat and fight to be in the position he was now, and he couldn't permit a random alpha to take it away from him.

He still was under the condition of not mating or remaining pregnant, so he had to be super careful for the year that remained of the contract, because yes, the year in which he didn't work didn't count for the contract, and he was still lucky to have that.

But now it was finally time to open again his violin case and see if he could still do it.

In his house everything was tidy and clean, since the housekeeper still made his job. His violin was not in the house but was with him. Since he was loaning a Stradivari, he made sure to have it in a security locker at the bank, and today before returning home he stopped by to take it.

It was still early so he decided to have lunch and to have a long shower. It was undeniable, the hands still hurt but he was able to at least do his everyday routine.

The violin inside the case was safe and well kept, maybe the strings will need a change but overall, it was as beautiful as ever. He really missed it. Quickly he changed the strings and put on the shoulder rest, rosined the bow and found a comfortable seat. He knew he shouldn't overdo it and of course he was not gonna play a full concerto the first time he touched his instrument again. He decided to just do some scales and stop the moment his hands decided that it was over.

The right hand with the bow was fairly fluid still, and after making some open strings and deciding that his tone was not completely gone, he went for a g major scale.

This was bad.

His fingers were responding and they were going in their place without being out of tune, but they were extremely sore. It was not straight out painful but it was not pleasurable either. He couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes the moment he realized that this would have been a long process.

After he finished the scale, he did some exercises to stretch the muscles as Eddy taught him and picked up the violin again.

It took an entire afternoon for him to do just an hour worth of scales, and he was exhausted. He didn't bother to have dinner he just went straight to bed and buried himself under the covers.