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12; safe

Scott insisted on taking Mitch to the hospital. Mitch didn't want to, because there were so many people there and he might get lost, but Scott reassured him that he wouldn't let anything happen to him again.

Mitch got in the police car with Scott and curled up against his side, holding his arm like it was a stuffed animal. "Baby, let me strap you in," Scott murmured, taking Mitch's hand and lacing their fingers together.

Fear spiked in Mitch's heart. He'd never been in a car before. "What does that mean, sir?" he whispered timidly, but Scott just carefully pried Mitch's fingers away from his arm and gently pulled the seatbelt over his body. 

"There. See? All done." 

Mitch relaxed, but he still pulled on the seatbelt, not liking how it pressed against him.

Mitch waited for Scott to finish buckling his own seatbelt before he took his arm again, leaning his head against his shoulder. Scott couldn't help but smile, and he pressed a soft kiss to Mitch's forehead. "You guys ready?" the officer asked from the front seat, so Scott tore his gaze away from Mitch and looked up at him. 

"Yeah, we're ready." 

The officer nodded slightly and began the drive to the hospital. Mitch's eyes widened and he quickly abandoned Scott's arm to look out the window without letting go of Scott's hand. He was fascinated by the scenery, and he had to remind himself not to speak out of turn, no matter how much he wanted to show Scott. Scott smiled and watched him fondly, absentmindedly running his thumb over his knuckles.

When they arrived at the hospital, the officer accompanied them inside. Mitch was back to clinging to Scott's arm, his eyes darting around fearfully. "Hello. We have an abuse victim here, Mitch Grassi. He needs to be checked out," the police officer told the receptionist. Her eyes widened a bit and she nodded, quickly calling the nurses. 

"Okay. We're going to take Mitch back with us for some initial checks, and we'll let you know when you can come back." 

Mitch's gaze snapped back to the receptionist at the sound of his name, and a small whimper left his lips when she said the words "back with us", his grip tightening on Scott's arm. "S-Sir, are they going to take m-me away?"

"Yes, princess, but it'll just be for a little while. They need to check you out and make sure you're okay," Scott told him gently, but Mitch's heart jumped fearfully and he pressed himself against Scott's chest. 

"N-No, sir, they're going to h-hurt m-me," he whimpered, his entire body beginning to shake. "P-Please don't make me g-go." 

Scott frowned and gently hugged him back, running his fingers through Mitch's hair. "I swear to you they won't hurt you, darling. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you again, didn't I? I would not send you with them if I thought they would hurt you. It's just going to be for a little while and I'll be allowed back to see you," he murmured comfortingly, and Mitch slowly relaxed. 

"O-Okay, sir. I- I love you." 

Scott smiled slightly and kissed Mitch's hair. "I love you too, angel."

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Around an hour later, Scott was finally allowed back. The police officer had left by then, but Scott had spent the entire time pacing the waiting room, worried out of his mind.

Relief washed over Scott when he saw Mitch in the hospital bed, and though his heart ached at the sight of all the wires and tubes sticking out of him, he knew that they were necessary to help him feel better. "Oh, Mitchy, are you okay? Do you feel any better?" he asked worriedly, sitting down in the chair closest to Mitch's bed. Mitch nodded slightly and reached for him, letting out a soft whimper. Scott sighed and shook his head, gently taking Mitch's hands and kissing his fingertips. "I don't want to hurt you, baby..."

However, it wasn't long before he had squeezed himself next to Mitch on the hospital bed. The Omega had scooted over as much as he could to give Scott room, but he was an Alpha and naturally larger than Mitch was, so it was still a tight fit. Nevertheless, Mitch snuggled up to him and took Scott's arm, draping it over his own waist. "Thank you for saving me, sir."

"Of course. Anything for you."

"Am I going to be your Omega now?"

"If that's what you want, then of course. I'd be honored to be your Alpha."

"Will you Mark me too?"

"Just say the word."

Mitch giggled quietly and set his head on Scott's arm, closing his eyes. "Sir? How old are you?" he asked quietly, nuzzling his face into Scott's chest. 

Scott smiled and absentmindedly ran his hand along Mitch's back. "I'm twenty-one, darling." 

Mitch nodded slightly and pressed closer to Scott, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "Daddy was forty-three. He used me forty-three times on his birthday. He made me count," he said quietly, his eyes slipping closed. "Are you going to use me twenty-two times on your birthday, sir?" 

Scott frowned and immediately shook his head, kissing Mitch's hair. "Of course not, angel. Everything we do will be consensual."

"What does that mean, sir?"

"When something is consensual between two lovers, then both of them agreed to do it."

"Are we... l-lovers?" Mitch asked quietly, blushing. 

Scott chuckled and kissed both of his cheeks. "If you want to be, sweetheart." Mitch blushed more and nodded shyly, but he quickly hid his face in Scott's chest. Scott laughed, absentmindedly playing with Mitch's hair. "You're so cute."

"Is- Is that a good thing, sir?"

"Of course." Scott remained silent for a moment, and Mitch dared to look up at him, seeing his fading smile. "Whenever I look at you, I just start to wonder how anyone could be so heartless that they would hurt you on purpose," he murmured, lovingly brushing Mitch's hair out of his eyes. Mitch blushed and let his eyes flutter closed, nuzzling against Scott's hand. "You're just so... perfect. You deserve the world and everything in it," Scott continued in a whisper, his gaze filled with admiration and love for the boy in his arms.

"You're too nice to me, sir..."

"No. As long as we're together, I'm going to make up for all the years you were trapped with those sick bastards. Don't repeat that."

Mitch giggled quietly and closed his eyes, pressing himself closer to Scott. "I won't, sir. I promise." 

Scott relaxed and smiled, carefully maneuvering so he was in Mitch's place and the small Omega was on top of him. "You should probably get some sleep, my love." 

Mitch wanted to protest, but he didn't dare, so he obediently closed his eyes and set his head in Scott's neck. "Yes, sir."

"I love you," Scott murmured softly, as though reminding him. 

Mitch blushed and smiled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes. "I love you too, sir. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, angel."