I flinch awake and it takes me a while to figure out where the hell I am.
Beeping. Sterilized smell. Dull burning pain in my shoulder. Uncomfortable as hell bed.
Hospital.
A nurse walks into my room, and smiles before looking at me slightly in a worried mother way.
"Oh sweetie, it's okay." She tells me, walking over to me and pulling out the clipboard at the end of my bed.
"Tissue box is next to your bed, wipe those tears away honey." She says not unkindly, looking over the papers on the clipboard.
Only as she says this do I realise that tears are slowly making their way down my face. I sniffled slightly and grab a tissue, trying, unsuccessfully, to not make my shoulder hurt in the process.
The nurse whistles slightly.
"Gunshot wound to the shoulder, blood transfusion. You had a rough time, didn't you." She states, not asks me this, but I nod all the same.
The party, the gunshots ringing out, Haydn getting shot, Haydn dying, Alpha pulling me away, me getting shot in the shoulder. Blackness.
I let out a slight sob and bring my hand up to touch the dog chain at my throat and panic when I don't feel it there.
"Where's my chain? What have you done with it?" I hiss out, tears still trailing down my cheeks.
Before she can reply, Alpha walks through the door and, upon taking in the scene before him, rushed to my bed.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I believe it would be best if you left for a little while." He says quietly to the nurse, who nods and walk out of the room after putting the clipboard back.
"Fighter, Fighter, shhh. Your alright."
"My tag. Omega's tag. Where are they?" I get out.
"I have them." He says and pulls both of the tags out of his pocket.
"You just conveniently had them on you?"
"I haven't been home since you got out of surgery." He admits.
I just give him a somewhat grateful look and grab the tags before realising I can't actually put them on with one arm.
I give Alpha a frustrated look and he chuckles before putting them on for me.
"Stay with me?" I say quietly.
"For as long as you want me to." He replies back, taking a seat in the chair next to my bed.
***
Those closest to Haydn in the gang stand with me under the trees as we watch the funeral from afar. Only Alpha is standing amongst his family, being the only gang member who ever met and got along with Omega's family.
As they lower his coffin into the ground, the tears roll down my cheeks.
Goodbye my love. Thank you. You will be missed.
The gang around me lowers their heads and someone reaches out and grabs my right hand, seeing as my left arm is tucked up in a sling, preventing me from tearing open the stitches in my shoulder.
20 minutes later and the only people still standing at the grave are his parents and little brother, along with Alpha.
10 minutes later and the family leaves, leaving only Alpha staring down at his best friends and second in command grave.
I break off from the group and walk to the grave and collapse to my knees, tears flowing down my cheeks.
Haydn Reider
1995-2015
Brother, Son
"What Would You Do If You Weren't Afraid?"
R.I.P
Staring at the glossy marble headstone, all I can think is that he's more than a name, a person and a favorite saying.
"Alpha, he was more than this." I choke out and he sits down next to me, pulling me into his side, letting me cry, letting me break.
"Haydn 'Omega' Reider
1995-2015
Best friend, lover, leader, bravest gang member.
Missed by many.
"What would you do if you weren't afraid?"
"I'm never afraid, so I'd continue kicking ass and teasing my dangerous girlfriend, alongside annoying the shit out of my best friend and pissing off my parents."
Rest In Peace Our Brother"
Alpha finishes up, and manages to get a small giggle out of me. Behind us, the gang chuckles as well. Haydn would have preferred that to the bullshit his family put on the headstone. We stay there for a lot longer then those who surrounded him growing up did. Only when snow started to fall did Alpha stand and help me up. Only then did we walk away from our second in command, our friend, the glue in our family, Alpha's best friend and my first love.
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