"Okay," I agreed, taking another pull from my bottle. "I did a little research, but why don't you tell me?"
Zade's eyes clouded and he sat for a long minute before speaking. "You already know that we aren't sure what happened to him."
I nodded.
"The suspicion is severe sexual trauma, but because his body had already healed when he was dropped off, we won't know what kind unless we can unlock his mind. The amnesia could get better at any time, especially if we can find a way to trigger his memories. The dissociative fugue, on the other hand, is the scary part. He's completely separated himself from who he is. From what he is."
Zade shook his head and drained his bottle in a long swallow. "He blacks out, so he has to be watched constantly."
"The haircut wasn't the first time?"
Levi shook his head and joined the conversation. "No, Scott. We've also caught him cutting himself, so we have to be on the watch for knives and sharp objects."
"Okay. Then it really sounds like you need someone following him around constantly. I can do that. I'm happy to do that."
Zade narrowed his eyes and I held my hands up in surrender. "Man, I know we just met, but I swear, I am notthatAlpha. I would never take advantage of him."
Zade didn't respond, but Levi kept talking. "He also has nightmares, Scott. Terrible ones where he wakes screaming and begging for help, but in the morning, he doesn't even remember having had one."
"Okay. So I'll sleep with him." Zade's eyes narrowed further until they were just slits in his face and I sighed. "In furry form, Zade. I can even sleep on the floor, if it will make you happy." I drew in a slow breath, weighing my options and decided to play my hole card. "Although, one of the things I learned during my internet search was that a dissociative Omega still needs Alpha contact. If I sleep on the bed with him, it will keep him from going into neglect and should speed his healing."
Zade closed his eyes and I could see his brain working through my words. Finally, he looked to Levi and then back at me and sighed.
"One wrong step, Scott, and I'll be using your pelt to wax my truck."
