8: What Are You Doing To Me?

The only smoke in the room came from Victor's cigarette. He could see the city, squinting his eyes as he looked at the city surrendered to the darkness of the night. Darkness... Victor suddenly remembered Oscar. The man's dark eyes caught his attention. Although everything he had seen lately reminded him of Oscar. It doesn't matter if it's a dimly lit street or a walkway covered in autumn leaves, Victor only saw one person in everything.

Victor set his glass of whiskey down on the table, the burning taste of his drink bothering him for the first time. What was going on? It wasn't a problem with the heat phase, but his gut feeling was telling him something was going to go wrong. "You're going crazy, Victor Whitmore," he muttered under his breath as he sat down on the couch and closed his eyes. He didn't even remember the dead bodies that had been found in the bed in front of him. But he could never forget how Oscar's expression changed, how he froze. It was these feelings for Oscar that had led him to kill the three men in the bar. He couldn't call it love, but he certainly knew he was too old to be obsessed anymore.

Later that night, there was a knock at his room door. Victor frowned, not expecting anyone. Instead of answering, he stood up and opened the door.

"Sean?" He tilted his head slightly. He knew Sean was the head of the cleaning crew, but he had never had to talk to him much. Sean spoke up, his voice tense.

"Mr. Whitmore, I'm sorry to bother you. But we need you, or rather... Oscar needs you." Victor's shoulders straightened when he heard Oscar's name, and his eyebrows furrowed even more.

"What's going on?" Sean swallowed, it was clear that something was going on that Victor was going to be angry about.

"Oscar went out for a break, but when he didn't come back, I got suspicious and checked on him." Victor could only listen so far. The next sentence, "Oscar got hurt, he called your name," echoed in his mind for a moment.

"Where is he?" he asked, his voice harsher than before.

"In the staff room." Victor didn't listen to more. He pushed Sean aside and quickly left the room and headed for the staff room. Sean, who looked at him from behind, covered his mouth with his hand. Because Victor's angry pheromones were spreading too much right now.

Victor stormed into the staff room. Oscar was lying there, the white details on his black jacket that matched his red shirt were stained with blood, and there were shoe prints on his clothes. Even his skin was pale. He heard someone entering the room, but he couldn't call out. He could only turn his head slightly to the side and look at Victor.

"Kane!" he said, his voice trembling. He quickly approached Oscar, his bad condition was obvious even by looking at him. He had to take Oscar to the hospital immediately. Sean, seeing Victor holding Oscar in his arms, said hesitantly:

"Mr. Whitmore! You can't take him, Mr. Ezra-"

"Tell Ezra I'm taking Kane." His voice was harsh. The only reason he wasn't burning the casino to the ground right now was because of Oscar's condition. He didn't say anything more. Why was Sean keeping Oscar waiting instead of calling an ambulance? Victor made a mental note of it and exited the casino through the back door with the semi-conscious Oscar in his arms.

After getting in the car and arriving at the hospital, he barely remembered what had happened. Normally, he would drive calmly, but this time he had driven so fast that if the road had been busy, he would have definitely crashed. He had parked the car in such a way that the tracks of the rear wheels were visible on the ground. He quickly carried Oscar inside. When the hospital lights hit Oscar, his injuries and condition became more apparent. Someone who saw him could say that it was strange that he was still alive. Luckily, he finally handed him over to the nurses and doctors and took a deep breath. What had happened? He tried to remember Sean's words, but nothing was useful. It seemed like Sean had left something out.

As his blood began to boil with anger, he sat down on one of the benches outside Oscar's hospital room to calm himself. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back.

"Oscar Kane's companions?" After a while, Victor got up from his seat when he heard the nurse's voice.

"Oh, yes. How is he?" The nurse glanced at the papers and smiled slightly, it was a fake smile, but it was like that with everyone.

"Mr. Oscar is resting now. It's a miracle there won't be any major damage. Dominant omegas are special."

"Dominant omega?" Victor repeated in a daze. Oscar didn't even have a scent, how could he be an omega or even a dominant omega?

"Yes, dominant omega," the nurse confirmed. "The doctor is inside, you can talk to him too." Victor thanked her vaguely and entered the room. Oscar was lying on the bed just ahead, his eyes closed. They had given him a sedative.

"Are you Mr. Oscar's companion?"

"Yes." His voice dropped. "Will he be fine?"

"He'll be fine. But his body is worn out, and he's also deficient in vitamins. He needs to take more care of himself." The doctor looked at Oscar for a moment. "Also, it would be good to do a detailed check later. It is not normal for the pheromone scent to be so weak." Victor turned his gaze to Oscar. This was the man who had been on his mind for days, every moment. Even when his beautiful eyes were closed and his body was full of wounds, he was one of the most beautiful things in the world for Victor. In fact, everything that was directly most beautiful was overshadowed by Oscar.

Victor swallowed with the emotions he felt and realized he felt. Oscar was so close and so far away. But if he could at least protect him...

"Can you discharge him?" He didn't meant for the words to come out so commanding, or did he? The doctor paused anxiously.

"He's in a dangerous situation right now, Sir. He needs to be taken care of properly, or his condition could get worse." Victor didn't hesitate for a moment.

"It's okay, I'll make sure he's taken care of." The doctor thought thoughtfully for a moment over these words.

"He should stay in the hospital at least tonight. We can discharge him tomorrow depending on the situation." When Victor agreed, the doctor expressed his good wishes and left the room. Victor approached the bed and sat on the edge, looking at Oscar's face.

"Tell me, Kane," he whispered, knowing he wouldn't get an answer. He took his hand and slowly intertwined their fingers. "Can't you just live? Just... smile. I don't even know why I feel sad when I see you like this."

He slowly let go of his hand to caress Oscar's cheek. His movements were relaxed, as he was sure he was asleep.

"Damn... What are you doing to me, Oscar?" The way his name left his lips was strangely soothing to him.

"Fuck, am I falling in love?" Victor thought. He knew the answer so well that he did not dare to answer his own question.