As Lance expected when they got home, he couldn't move for a couple days, probably even a week or two. It was nonstop torture, and he couldn't breathe like he wanted to. His windpipe felt like it was crushed when it was just heavily bruised and his limbs ached so much, he felt like the slightest movement made it seem like they were broken. Why him, what did he do? Does whatever kind of God out there hate him? He doesn't remember disrespecting anyone to earn this kind of punishment, or was it because of his status? An Omega is what he was. Like all Omegas he's learned about, they can get pregnant. That's just how they're created. Alphas are superior, and Omegas are at the lowest level possibly lower than a slave if you added them to the list.
He heard movement but he couldn't move to see who it was, probably his father again. The one who owned him like a toy. Like a plaything he'll keep forever. He hates it and just wants to cry. Be free if it was even possible. When the footsteps sounded louder and closer to his ringing ears, he felt hands slip under his battered aching body, he whimpered and whined, it hurt. He felt himself get lifted into someone's chest, but he couldn't see straight, everything was so blurry with dark spots everywhere he tried to see better.
He couldn't even hear any better than he could see, everything was ringing so painfully it made him whimper with the movements and he began to feel his body go up. He was going upstairs.
A door was pushed open before he felt himself move forward a bit and the sound of the door closing with a slam. No, no, quietly it seemed, maybe by someone's foot? He soon felt something soft underneath him, was he on blankets maybe? "Stay still" trying to turn his head only brought a wince when pain greeted him, "Don't move, it'll hurt more" who was trying to help him? "W-who...?" he could feel hands on him but also a seeping coldness, ointment? "Don't speak, stay quiet and don't move. You'll only make the pain hurt more if you move and you screamed a lot so don't speak" Was this Veronica? She felt different, the color around the figure in his blurry dotted vision wasn't helping him either. He couldn't tell.
Laying there wherever he was and could feel the coldness and hands on him, he gradually let whoever picked him up do what they were doing. He couldn't tell of course; his vision was too blurry to see anything clearly. Everything was so disoriented, but he didn't move with the occasional winces and small whines. He hates pain. It left lingering aches and pains and he genuinely hated feeling like this, he didn't want to feel like this.
He felt his head get patted and the hands left him, okay seriously, who was this? "Get some rest, I'll try and stall your father from getting in her. After nearly two weeks, you need a major ass break" if he could he'd giggle, but it hurt to breath, "W-where a-am I-I?" he never realized his voice was scratchy and hoarse, was it like this before? "Your room, try not to move much if you can avoid that. I'll see if I can snag you some food in a little bit with something to drink, it may not be much, but I'll do my best" it was definitely female but still his ears were ringing, it made it hard to pinpoint who healed him. "V?" he called out softly, he could catch a small hesitance by whoever was next to him, but he heard a throat clear, "Get better Lance, I'll see you in a little bit" another pat on his head and soon a door closed behind whoever just left the room.
The sounds of his aching breathing were all he could hear before he passed out cold.
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10/17/23
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Adventure- Klance Omegaverse AU - Lance doesn't remember much from around 5 years old to his current age, he can't remember anything from before then but he can remember very evidently the gates of hell that he walked through on a basis. A man by the name "J...
