He didn't come back from hospital. He stayed there over night. Again.
So I decided that I will hang out with the rest of the band.
"What do you guys think that's wrong with Omega?" I asked taking a sip of my beer.
"Low blood pressure." Earth said.
"Bad immunity." Air said shrugging his shoulders.
"He will be okay." Papa said. "We are here to have fun so stop talking about his illness." He smiled and drank the rest of his beer.
***
I drank like five beers and started to be really sad. I couldn't stop talking about Omega.
"And what if he will die?!" I said suddenly. "I want to introduce him to my grandparents, I want to take him on a trip, move in with him..."
"Alpha, you need to stop thinking about this. He will be okay."
