Touch Of Dawn

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Brett came home roughly two hours later. He quickly changed in his bedroom and put on comfy clothes before gathering all the needed supplies.

"Eddy? Please come here, I need to redress your wound."

Eddy had been in the living room, so he easily heard Brett and followed the man's voice to the bedroom.

He didn't ask any questions about why Brett was out for that long or where he went, just silently came to him. The omega didn't feel any better - his guilt had more or less become a full-on sickness. Eddy had vomited on and off with the alpha out. Of course, he didn't leave any evidence of it, because he didn't want to be any more trouble to Brett. He'd tell him later if asked.

Brett readied everything while Eddy sat down on the bed. Carefully, he removed the bandages - making sure not to touch the burnt skin - and took a quick picture for the doctor, reapplying the cream heavily before wrapping it all up again. It took at most 5 minutes, now. Brett had a lot of practice doing that the last few days.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Couldn't stomach anything, so no. Maybe tomorrow it'll be better." Eddy gently put a hand over his stomach with a sigh. First step: honesty. He'd be honest with Brett, like he typically did, but this time to show he was trying to make an effort even if he'd rather hide.

"Are you in pain, or what caused the issue? Do you know?" Brett cleaned everything up, but made sure it was readily at hand, so when the next two hours rolled around, he could do it all over again. He absentmindedly sent the picture to his doctor. It was looking good. He could see a steady healing course over the days, and that was good for Eddy. But it would still scar.

"And do you want to sleep here, or go back to your apartment with Yoake?"

"I feel guilty," Eddy mumbled quietly as he glanced at Brett wearily. "Which would you prefer?"

He messed with his hands nervously. Maybe Brett was trying to get rid of him after all. The omega wouldn't blame him.

Brett glanced from his phone to Eddy. Seeing the omega so subdued made him feel sick.

"You have nothing to be feeling guilty for. And I'd like it more if you stayed here, to be honest. That way I can care for you, your wound and your dragon better. Are you in any kind of pain right now?"

He stepped closer, but stopped. He didn't know if Eddy wanted them to touch; his base instincts always wanted that, so maybe he wouldn't get kicked in the balls for doing it, but who knew? Maybe Eddy was the one putting up with him.

Swallowing his doubt about the whole situation, he took Eddy's hand and stroked the back of it as he had done over a thousand times already. If Eddy wanted or needed more, he should have said so.

Eddy chuckled softly at the notion he had nothing to feel guilty for. It was absurd.

"I'll stay, then, thank you. No, I don't feel pain."

He glanced at their hands. He didn't understand why Brett was being so kind, but it was something.

Eddy took a deep breath to calm himself, then paused... was that another omega's smell on Brett? He gave the man a confused look. Was that why he had taken so long?

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Eddy felt sick, his guilt twisting in his stomach into something more vile: loathing. It wasn't even directed at Brett, because he could understand why another omega would be preferable, especially after the stunt he pulled. He was so confused right now that it hurt.