Mending the Mechanic's Heart

A Storm of Fury

The hospital room was quiet, save for the gentle beeping of the heart monitor and the soft breathing of Aon, who was nestled in the crook of Sailub's arm. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, making it feel both intimate and suffocating at the same time. Sailub sat at the edge of Pon's bed, his eyes fixed on his unconscious mate. Pon's face was pale, a stark contrast to the bruises on his delicate skin, and his breathing was steady but shallow.

Sailub's heart clenched as he watched the steady rise and fall of Pon's chest. His omega had yet to wake up since the attack, and the fear of the unknown gnawed at Sailub's insides like a relentless beast. Beside him, Aon stirred in his sleep, a tiny whimper escaping his lips as he burrowed closer into his father's embrace. Sailub instinctively tightened his hold on the toddler, kissing the top of his son's head, but his mind was elsewhere—on the rage boiling within him, and on Bank, who had dared to hurt what was his.

He had tried to suppress the anger, to stay calm for the sake of his family, but every time he looked at Pon, the anger flared anew. Bank had crossed a line, and Sailub knew he couldn't let it go unpunished. Not this time. Bank had endangered his son, had put Pon through hell, and for what? Aon whimpered again in his sleep, his tiny hands clutching at Sailub's shirt as if seeking reassurance even in his dreams.

The sound of the door opening pulled Sailub from his thoughts. He looked up, his jaw tightening as he prepared to meet whoever had entered. But the sight that greeted him only intensified his anger. His father, Mr. Hemmawich, stormed into the room with a thunderous expression, his eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, Sailub's mother, Mrs. Hemmawich, followed, her usually composed face etched with worry and anger.

"Where is he?" Mr. Hemmawich's voice was a low growl, barely contained in his rage as his eyes scanned the room before settling on Sailub.

"Where is that bastard who dared to harm my family?"

Sailub stood up slowly, careful not to wake Aon as he placed the sleeping child back in his crib beside Pon's bed. He met his father's gaze, and for a moment, the two alphas stood in silence, their shared anger palpable in the room.

"Bank," Sailub said, his voice cold. "He's been arrested. The team is making sure he doesn't get out, but..."

"But it's not enough," Mr. Hemmawich finished for him, his eyes narrowing. "Not nearly enough. That man dared to lay a hand on your mate and child. There are consequences for such actions."

Mrs. Hemmawich had already moved to Pon's side, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to caress the unconscious omega's cheek. The sight of her son-in-law lying so still, so vulnerable, brought tears to her eyes. She leaned down, whispering softly to Pon, as if her words could reach him wherever he was.

"It's okay, darling," she murmured. "We're here now. You're safe."

She then turned her attention to Aon, who was stirring slightly in his sleep. Mrs. Hemmawich gently scooped him up, cradling the small child in her arms as she soothed him with soft words. Aon, still half-asleep, snuggled into her embrace, his tiny fists clutching at her blouse.

Mr. Hemmawich watched the scene unfold, his fury tempered only by the sight of his wife comforting their grandson and Pon. But the anger didn't leave him; it merely simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

"We will make sure Bank never touches your family again," Mr. Hemmawich said, his voice firm and unyielding. "He'll regret ever thinking he could get away with this."

Sailub nodded, his fists clenched at his sides. "I want him to pay for what he's done. I want him to know that no one—no one—hurts my family and walks away unscathed."

Mr. Hemmawich stepped closer to his son, placing a hand on Sailub's shoulder. The gesture was firm, a reminder of the power and influence the Hemmawich family wielded.

"And he will," Mr. Hemmawich promised. "We'll make sure of it. But right now, your place is here with Pon and Aon. We'll take care of everything else."

Sailub felt a wave of relief mixed with gratitude. His parents had always been formidable in the business world, but when it came to their family, their protectiveness was unmatched. Sailub knew they would move mountains to ensure the safety of their loved ones.

Mrs. Hemmawich, still holding Aon, walked over to Sailub, her expression softening as she looked at her son. "You've done so much already, Sailub. Let us handle this. You need to be here when Pon wakes up."

Sailub's heart ached at the thought of Pon waking up alone, scared, and in pain. He nodded, his resolve strengthening. "You're right. I'll stay."

Mr. Hemmawich gave a brief nod of approval before turning to leave the room, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary calls. He paused at the door, glancing back at his son.

"We'll make sure this is the last time Bank ever threatens your family," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

As the door closed behind him, Sailub turned back to his family. Mrs. Hemmawich gently handed Aon back to him, her eyes filled with understanding. "He needs his Dada," she said softly, and Sailub took the boy in his arms, feeling Aon's warmth against him.

"Thank you, Mom," Sailub whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Mrs. Hemmawich smiled, brushing a hand through Sailub's hair as she spoke. "We're family, Sailub. We'll always protect each other."

Sailub sat back down beside Pon, holding Aon close as he watched his omega, hoping for any sign that Pon would wake up soon. His heart ached with the need to see Pon's eyes open, to hear his voice, to tell him that everything would be okay.

As the minutes ticked by, Sailub's mind wandered back to the events of the day—the attack, the blood, the uncertainty. He felt Aon shift in his arms, the child's small hands reaching out to touch Pon's hand where it lay limp on the bed.

"Papa...?" Aon mumbled sleepily, his voice small and filled with longing.

Sailub's throat tightened as he watched his son, feeling a fresh surge of anger at Bank for causing this fear in his family. But he pushed it down, focusing instead on the love he felt for his omega and his pup. He kissed Aon's forehead, whispering words of comfort.

"Papa's just sleeping, Aon. He'll wake up soon, I promise."

But as Sailub looked at Pon's still form, his heart heavy with worry, he made a silent vow: when Pon did wake up, when their family was safe again, he would make sure that no one ever threatened them again. He would unleash the full force of the Hemmawich family's power, and Bank would know the true meaning of fear.

For now, though, Sailub stayed by Pon's side, his hand resting on his omega's, as he waited for the moment when Pon would open his eyes again.