With a whole pack, and Mathew’s organisation on top of that, the risk management and assessment is different, something that I kind of lost track of out there.
Tonight, everything worked out fine, we’re all together and safe. But it could have also gone horribly wrong, leaving Mathew and Riley as the only living pack members. Even the thought of that, of how wrong it could have gone, fills my veins with ice.
No.
I’m not going to let that happen.
We are all going to stay together, no matter what.
7
Luca
I walk backwards to the shower, unable to keep my eyes off Vera and Mathew, holding my stomach as I keep laughing way too hard. These two…
“You’re wobbling way too much. I can’t take your socks off this way.” Vera’s out of breath from snickering as she tries to keep Mathew upright. Then she turns to me, lightly glaring. “Come on. Stop laughing, help me out here.”
They’re not even drunk, though I’m sure the painkillers Mathew got aren’t helping. They’re just exhausted, running on too little sleep and unsteady on their feet from both.
I turn the shower on and go over to the two Omegas. Vera is still in her full gear, but she’s managed to get Mathew out of most of his clothes.
The main problem right now is that the moment Mathew lifts one of his feet, he starts to wobble. It’s not just when he tries to stand on his injured leg, but also on his good leg.
“Okay. Mathew, you can lean on me.” I stand next to him, on his bad side, and he holds onto my shoulder.
The moment he puts his weight on me, my mind flashes back to when he got shot. How he leaned so heavily on me back in that basement.
The fear, the shock, the terrified pheromones from the people in the basement.
“Luca?” Vera is standing in front of me, her worried gaze roving over my face as she touches my cheek. “Are you okay?”
Mathew immediately lets go of me, his gaze also filled with worry. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, taking their hands, trying to smile, to comfort them, stop them from worrying so much. “I’m fine.” Then I look up and see that Mathew is now fully naked. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
Luckily, the bandage the doctor put over Mathew’s stitches is waterproof, so now that we’re back home, he can take a shower without any issues. I think that ‘without any issues’ is putting the situation too lightly.
No issues with the stitches specifically, because there are plenty of other problems to overcome before he can take a shower. Like how he’s unsteady on his feet, which means that getting undressed and staying upright in the shower is an issue.
To be fair, I don’t think any of us are steady on our feet at the moment. We’ve all been awake for well over a day. I think I’ve been awake for nearly forty hours now, and it’s not like those were serene hours either, most of those hours were very stressful.
Mathew holds my shoulder as we stumble to the shower. He carefully steps under the water as I stay far enough away to not get the spray all over me. I don’t need to get wet just yet.
The Alphas are all showering downstairs, a quick and efficient shower, but the three of us wanted to shower here together, take our time.
This is my first time taking a shower with Vera and Mathew. I don’t know if right now is the best idea, but I also didn’t want to be away from them. And it’s not like my brain can get much more overwhelmed than it is, after everything we’ve been through. At least, I hope so.
I’m still wearing a mask, a fresh one that I put on before getting into the bathroom, so I should be able to last a while. Though, since I’ve not showered with a mask before, I don’t know how long it’s going to last. New things, lots of new things right now.
I’m glad my brain is too wrung out to do much right now.
Then, my eyes fall on the bathtub and I realise that Mathew could have sat on the edge of the bath to take his socks off. He didn’t have to stand up all wobbly, he could have just sat down. That would have been much safer.
Yeah, we’re all way too tired, if none of us came up with that idea…
“Hey, do you want to shower in your clothes?” Vera slides her arms around my waist, hugging me from behind, letting out a soft chuckle. “If not, you should probably take them off.”
And I really should stop zoning out, too. I’m in the bathroom, alone with my two Omegas, my two loves, a chance I don’t get very often, no matter the location.
