The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Meet the Parents

Sentinel

Fang's House

Laine, Oklahoma

December 6th, 2019

A sharp pain drug Sentinel back to consciousness. It felt like something was being stabbed into his neck. He thrashed around, but something was holding his arms and legs down so he couldn't fight back. He could hear screaming, but it didn't occur to him until he the taste of blood filled his mouth that it was his own. He shut up then, and realized that he could hear Fang talking.

"Sentinel!" You're okay, it's okay! Open your eyes!"

Sentinel cracked open his eyes, seeing that Fang was directly over him. The captain had been sitting on him to hold him down. His eyes were dim with worry, but he was smiling.

"There we go. See, you're okay. You're safe." Fang spoke softly, like he was comforting a frightened child. Sentinel realized that he basically was a frightened child. Fang slid off of him and grabbed a washcloth while Sentinel sat up. "Let me clean you up, you've got blood all over yourself again.

Sentinel nodded, feeling embarrassed that Fang was cleaning his face, and decided to take stock of his surroundings rather than stare at Fang. They were in a bedroom that looked as if it hadn't seen use in years. The right wall was covered in posters of various video games, TV shows, and album art, all of them several years old. The wall across from the bed was dominated by a corkboard that was littered with hand-drawn art and school schedules for sports and academics. To the right of the board was an old-looking cabinet that was shut tight, with a wooden model of a T-rex skull hanging above it. The left wall held the closet door, a mirror, and a corner that must have hid the door to the rest of the house from sight. There were cobwebs in the corners and a fine layer of dust on the dresser and small TV shoved in one corner.

"My old room," Fang said, catching Sentinel's darting eyes. When Sentinel looked at Fang, he could see the captain was blushing. "Back before I had to leave. Do you remember getting to my parents' house?"

Sentinel nodded, then tried to gesture for where the others were.

"The others?" Fang said, reading Sentinel's mind like always. "Chesyr and Oracle are in the other bedroom, right across the hall. The twins are sleeping in the living room for now. We wanted to make sure you were okay before we tried to cram everyone into this tiny ass room."

Sentinel nodded again, satisfied. Fang jerked as he remembered something, then grabbed a penlight from the nightstand. He shined it into Sentinel's eyes, grabbing his head when he tried to turn away.

"Good, it looks like you've slept off your concussion for the most part. How's your head feel?" Sentinel held his hand out and wiggled it, and Fang shrugged. "Good, then you can get back to sleep.

Sentinel scooted over and pulled the covers to the side.

"What, you want me to lay down and cuddle with you?" Fang chuckled. When Sentinel nodded, his expression softened. "Oh. Alright then." Fang slid into the bed next to Sentinel and wrapped one arm over him protectively. "Go on back to sleep, Sentinel. I'll keep the bad dreams away."

Sentinel wanted to say something, but he could already. Feel himself fading back to sleep. Fang was telling him where the bathroom was, but he could hardly hear him.

When he woke up next, the sun shining through the sheer curtains was bathing the entire room in blue light. Fang was gone, but he could smell food cooking. He sat up and stretched, wincing when he felt something pull on his skin. Looking down, he saw that somebody had changed the bandages on his wrists. Throwing the blankets back, he saw that his ankles had also been wrapped, and a quick check confirmed that his neck had the same treatment. He could see his bag full of clothes next to the dresser, and climbed out of bed with a groan to get dressed.