8. Patching up

I heard the pup sniffling when we arrived at my apartment complex. What were the stages you went through to cope with a loss again? The grieving was one of the second to last, I think. At the beginning, it was disbelief and rage. 

The pup, however, seemed already so sad that I asked myself if he would soon come to accept it. I unlocked the door and brought him to my bed. If he was beaten so badly because of my advice to not stay away from his friends, I would feel awful. 

I turned on the light, and it flickered a few times before it continued to buzz. I really hate this light because of its cold blue hue. It makes everything seem so much more desolate. 

But now I wanted to see everything clearly. Werewolves had superior sight, but that was mostly regarding alphas and when we were in our wolf form. Usually, we see just like everybody else, especially us Omegas.

The pup's face was black and blue, his tears will only aggravate his wounds. His uniform was dirty, and he should take it off for me being able to see in which state he was in. I went for the first aid-kit from the kitchen and sat beside him with it, waiting for him to get ready.

"Can you sing for me?" He asked after a few minutes. 

I chuckled, and nodded.

"O-only if y-you sho-show your wou-wounds." 

He hummed and took his jacket off. 

I started to sing the song from yesterday, while rummaging for the disinfectant. Looking back up, I was astounded to see that his body was at least as 'manly' as mine, if not a little more. Figured, it hadn't turned already, but he was really a notch better built than other Omegas, even if they had not differentiated. 

His beautiful face had me assume his body was just as petite, but he had wider shoulders, and now that he straightened up, he seemed all the more like a young, healthy teenager.

The pup's wounds weren't as heavy, most of them would really start to hurt tomorrow when his bruises would bloom. I disinfected my hands and put disinfectant on the spots where the wounds had opened, the pup shivering at my touch.

Still, he seemed to calm down considerately at my singing, I should look for more upbeat songs, but I just liked solely this one.

With the last wound, I stopped to sing and started to put everything back together.

"I'm sorry for having arrived so late…" He wanted to put his clothes back on, but I reached out for them.

I shook my head before explaining,

"I'll w-wash t-them."

He looked around hesitantly and somehow hugged himself like a shy maiden in his boxer shorts. Oh, no… don't go down that lane so soon… 

Maybe it was because he didn't know me well, and everything was new.

I chuckled and pulled the blanket over him, so he could cover himself up.

"I didn't do what you told me…I fought with my former best friend." He choked up again.

"I'm sorry, you were right."

I had put his things in the washing machine and started the program before coming back to him and patting his head.

"He turned out to be an alpha. He had not mutated or anything, but he was so much stronger and faster than I was….Just a few months ago, I could beat him with so much ease..." He burrowed his face in his hands again.

"How is that possible?"

"A-at t-the point w-where y-you c-can test f-for the hormones, your b-body has a-already weakened o-or streng-strengthened." I said.

"The judgment had already fallen..." He said lifelessly, and I nodded.

"What should I do now?" He looked at me as if I were his last hope, and I shrugged.

"E-easy w-way is a-apologizing. H-hard w-way is continuing to f-fight. M-middle w-way is ig-ign-ignoring him." 

"No, what should I do with my life?" He said, coming closer, he stroked my fringe out of my face.

I was a bit embarrassed.

Look around, does it seem as if I could give any tips about how to live a good Omega, life?

I patted his head and stood up, reaching for my old laptop under my bed. I sat beside him again and opened it.

My desktop picture was just black, with nothing more. But there was an app I had long forsaken. I clicked on it, and the program opened. The pup came closer, huddled in his blanket. 

We waited a few minutes before the screen showed us a dark staircase. I clicked on the fourth and eighth steps, and we were connected. A bunch of programming stuff was shown. The only reason I actually knew about this program was that it was installed on my computer when I got it. 

First, I thought it was just an app for wallpapers, and clicked randomly on the steps to get the program moving. That was when it ended itself, and I forgott about it, then I sometimes klicked on the steps like I did just now and thought I got a virus. Then a searching machine opened, and I thought it was just an ultra-buggy program.

Then I discovered that the searching results differed greatly from the normal searching engine.

A searching window opened, and I typed in 'Omega, successful.'

There were enough results, so I clicked on the one I had known of. There they were. Pictures of an Omega that smiled wholeheartedly, something I had personally never witnessed before.

I gave the laptop to the pup, so he could see for himself.