A Few Weeks Later
After a few weeks, the routine at the hospital had begun to stabilize. Angel, a young Omega in a white coat with a kind smile, stood in the middle of the patient ward, reviewing several medical reports.
"What should we do with this patient, doctor?" asked the nurse, holding a tray with medications.
Angel, in his spotless white coat and a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, nodded as he went over the clinical results.
"First, give him these medications," he instructed, pointing with his finger. "And administer this injection every day at exactly three o'clock. Not before, not after."
"Understood, doctor," she replied respectfully.
At that moment, footsteps echoed into the room. A tall man with broad shoulders and a dominant presence appeared at the threshold. He had a natural air of authority, and his gaze locked directly onto Angel.
"That's enough, stop working," he said firmly, arms crossed.
Angel looked up, surprised. His expression instantly softened.
"Evan..." he murmured with a smile.
"I gave you the rest of the day off since noon," Evan scolded, staring at him with a mix of annoyance and concern. "And yet, I find you here. Don't you understand what 'rest' means?"
Angel lowered his head, embarrassed. He knew Evan was his superior, but he also cared for him like family.
"I'm sorry..." he pouted lightly, tilting his head with a puppy-like expression. "Please forgive me, okay?"
Evan sighed in resignation. He couldn't resist that face.
"Alright, little one. But go home now. For God's sake, Angel."
"Yeah, yeah... I'm going, I'm going," he replied sweetly while removing his surgical gloves.
"He's my superior, but he always treats me like a little brother..." Angel thought as he walked toward the hospital exit. "I'm really happy..."
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Angel was walking toward his house.
'Some time ago, I decided to move out on my own. Living close to the hospital is more convenient...' he reflected while climbing the steps to his building.
He entered the residence and went straight to the elevator. While waiting, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Let's see if I have enough ingredients for dinner..." he muttered.
He pressed the button for his floor.
'I think I have what I need, though I might need to go to the store tomorrow... What should I cook tonight...?' he thought absentmindedly.
Once he arrived, he entered the passcode on the smart lock to his apartment and, upon entering, immediately removed his shoes and collapsed for a few seconds on the couch.
Then he headed to the shower. The hot water eased his accumulated tension. Afterward, he put on comfortable clothes and headed straight to the kitchen.
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Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the same building...
A man stood at the edge of the roof. The wind whipped his jacket, but he didn't react. His gaze was fixed on the void, lifeless and dull.
"She left me..." he whispered.
His lips trembled, but not from the cold. There was pain in every breath, in every thought.
"Why should I go on living...?" murmured Killian, an Alpha with a commanding presence, now reduced to a hollow shell. "It's better to just... end it all."
He prepared to jump. His heart was pounding, not from fear, but as if saying goodbye one last time.
"Now I can end this pathetic life," he thought.
And he jumped.
But a hand grabbed him at the last second.
"Are you insane?!" screamed a distressed voice.
Killian looked up. The face of a young Omega stared back at him, eyes ablaze with adrenaline.
"Have you lost your damn mind?!" Angel shouted again, holding onto him with all his strength.
"Let me go..." Killian whispered emotionlessly. "I'm going to die anyway."
"Shut the hell up!" Angel snapped, gritting his teeth. "Can't you see I'm trying to save you?!"
"I told you to let go..." Killian repeated, indifferent.
"And I told you I'm not leaving you alone!" the Omega growled, breathing heavily as he pulled on him. "So clench your damn ass and climb up, damn it!"
Killian trembled, surprised. Something in the Omega's authoritative voice shook him. Without thinking, he grabbed the railing, and with Angel's help, made it back to safety.
Both collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. Angel was drenched in sweat, trembling from the tension.
"Ugh... I've never done anything like that before..." he muttered, chest rising and falling.
Killian stared at him silently. No words left his lips.
Suddenly, Angel stood up, took a few steps toward him and—SMACK! slapped him across the face.
"You bastard! What the hell were you thinking!? Do you even know what you were doing?" he shouted.
Killian didn't react.
"Does your life mean nothing to you?" Angel was furious. The young Omega hated people who didn't value their life.
Killian remained silent.
Angel sighed, placing a hand on his forehead.
'Thank God I got here in time...' he thought.
A few minutes earlier... (flashback)
"Oh no! I forgot to water my plants"—Angel stepped out to the balcony to water them. He lived on the top floor.
Then he heard a distant voice. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but when he heard it again, he looked up... and saw him. A young man on the railing, about to jump.
Without thinking, he ran to the rooftop.
Back to the present.
Angel studied the stranger closely. 'Who is he? His eyes... they're empty... As if he has no life left in him.' he thought.
Suddenly, the young Omega felt guilty for slapping him, but he couldn't let that act slide.
"Hey..." he tried to soften his tone.
Killian didn't reply.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" he smiled with effort, still angry.
"..." The Alpha simply stared at him.
"Do you drink?"
Killian ignored him.
"I asked you a question!" Angel stared at him.
"Tsk. Yeah," he finally replied, curt.
"Then let's go," Angel grabbed his hand and began dragging him. "I'm treating you to a drink."
Killian stayed silent, only watching Angel's hand gripping his.
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A few minutes later, the two arrived at a nearby bar and went inside. They walked over to the counter.
"Excuse me," Angel said to the bartender. "Could I have your strongest drink?"
"Is it for you, sir?" the man asked with a smile.
"No, it's for him," he pointed at Killian, who remained expressionless.
The bartender nodded and began preparing the drink.
"Still not gonna talk?" Angel asked, sitting across from him.
Killian avoided his gaze.
"This bastard..." Angel thought, irritated.
When the drink arrived, Angel pushed it toward Killian.
"Here. Drink it all."
Killian didn't respond.
"I said drink it!" he ordered, using his dominant Omega voice.
The Alpha shivered. For some reason, his body reacted to the tone and obeyed. He grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.
"Give him another every time he finishes," Angel told the bartender, who simply nodded.
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The alcohol soon took effect.
Killian was completely drunk and began to open up, telling Angel everything.
The Alpha's eyes were teary, his gaze lost, as if trapped in a memory that wouldn't stop hurting. His lips trembled, and his voice barely came out as he murmured:
"She left me..."
A sob escaped his chest. Angel, watching in silence, furrowed his brow in concern.
"His emotions are overflowing," he thought.
"I loved her so much..." Killian continued with a broken voice. "I did everything for her. I sacrificed myself so many times, but in the end..."
He laughed bitterly, a chuckle drowned by the tears falling down his cheeks.
"She chose him..." he whispered before breaking down again.
Angel couldn't help but feel pity. He gently patted his back, as if trying to support him through the emotional collapse.
"It's okay, let it all out..."
Killian clung to that comfort desperately.
"I-I can't live without her..." he stammered between sobs.
Angel pressed his lips together, holding back the anger that rose at seeing him like this.
"Will your death help anything?" he asked seriously. "Will it help her?"
Killian remained silent.
"Is it worth dying over that?" he pressed. "Did you ever think of it that way?"
Killian's silence was heavier now. Only the sound of his crying filled the small space.
"Why are you quiet now?" Angel asked firmly. "Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment!"
Killian cried harder, completely breaking down in front of him. His heart was shattered, and his soul torn.
Angel sighed and embraced him without another word. Killian returned the hug, burying his face in the Omega's neck as he wept.
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A few minutes later...
Angel's phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Doctor, come quickly! It's an emergency!" the nurse's voice was frantic. "We need you."
"Huh? What about the senior doctors?"
"They're in a meeting, they can't come... I know it's your day off, but we really need you, Doctor."
"Understood, I'm on my way."
"Thank you so much, Doctor."
Angel hung up. He looked at Killian, completely passed out at the bar.
'I can't leave him alone...' he thought.
Then suddenly, Killian's phone started ringing.
Ring... Rinngg...
Angel looked up, realizing the sound was coming from Killian's phone.
'Oh, it's his phone,' he thought, reaching for it. 'Let me answer.'
Without thinking much, he swiped the screen and answered.
"Brother! Where are you?" the voice on the other end sounded agitated. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"Your brother's drunk," Angel replied calmly, glancing sideways at Killian, who was sleeping after crying so much.
"What?" the voice sounded surprised. "Who are you?"
"Save the introductions for later. Your brother is totally out of it," Angel said. "Come pick him up. I'll give you the address."
"Alright..." the other replied, a bit wary.
"Who the hell is he?" Arthur thought, frowning as he took notes.
Angel dictated the address precisely. After hanging up, he quickly approached the bartender.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?" the man behind the bar replied.
"Please keep an eye on him," he pointed at Killian. "I have an emergency. Someone will come to get him."
He leaned slightly toward the bartender with a sly smile and added:
"And he'll be paying the bill."
'Why should I pay the bill?' he thought amused as he left the place, leaving poor Killian slumped over the table.
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A while later, Arthur pushed open the bar door, scanning the place quickly.
"Where is he...?" he murmured as he looked around.
His eyes landed on the hunched figure of his friend, slumped over a table.
"Oh, there you are."
He approached Killian and gently shook him.
"Bro, wake up..."
But Killian didn't respond. He was in a deep sleep, face still wet from dried tears.
"Ughh..." Arthur groaned, rubbing his face. "Now I'll have to carry you! My poor back... it's gonna breakkk..." he added dramatically.
As he clumsily lifted him, the bartender approached.
"Excuse me... you need to pay the bill first."
Arthur rolled his eyes in resignation.
"Ugh, fine. Here."
"Thank you," the bartender replied with a professional smile. "Come again soon."
Arthur simply scoffed as he left the bar, carrying Killian with effort.
Outside, Arthur opened the car door and, without warning, tossed his friend inside. Then he got in and started the engine.
"Let's get you home, bro..." he murmured, casting one last glance at his unconscious friend.
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