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He ignores the first call. To wrapped up in a conversation with Smitty and Yumi, the light atmosphere only made more eased by the beer he’s nursing.
Droid laughs—loud and unashamed to his left, voice high pitched as he screams—Matt pushing him around in his wheelchair—going just a bit to fast for Puffer’s comfort as he hovers around the two.
Pezzy and John are snuggled up in the booth together, well Pezzy is slumped against the taller man, a few to many shots just a bit to fast had him dizzy.
Grizzy seemed to trail after Rectrixx, keeping an eye on the shorter man, a sharp growl pushed through pressed lips as Rec makes his way to the dance floor, body’s bumping into the younger alpha.
The second call catches his attention, but he ignores it in favor of joining in on some bit Yumi started. Words slurred as he leans into Smitty, body warm with the beer coursing through his system.
It’s the third call that gets Smitty’s attention.
”You gonna answer that?” Smitty asks, eyebrow raised and face flushed.
Daykey sighed shoulders dropping in annoyance as he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket, mumbled words unheard as he glances at the number. Not one he recognizes—but it is his home area code.
”Answer it.” Smitty shrugs, eyes narrowing in mischief as his eyes spot John, trapped in the booth—slowly trying to get Pezzy to stand up. “Must be important if they keep calling.”
Before he can find out what plan Smitty had, Daukey lets his feet carry him outside. The cold air, crisp and inviting as he steps onto the sidewalk.
He’s not normally one to answer calls he doesn’t know the number of, but Smitty is right. Must be important if they keep calling.
He answered before he could chicken out, a huffy “Hello?” that probably came out a bit too sassy.
“Hi is this __?” Daukey blinks at the usage of his actual name. Something curling inside his chest, his mind sobering up painfully fast.
“Uh yeah, speaking? Is everything okay?…”
”We have a ___ here at Eldrich hospital, and you are listed as his emergency contact.”
”Wait…hospital? Sovi’s in the hospital?” Daukey fidgets, the cold breeze that welcomed him out now feels freezing. The hospital name rings out as familiar, back in his home state—around that area with the stupid cat cafe Sovi begged him to stop by at every other day.
”Yes, Mr__, suffered an allergic reaction, and will be kept for observation for the next few days. Seeing as your listed as the only contact, I figured you might want to know.” The professional, almost detached way the woman speaks has Daukey tensing.
Allergic reaction? Sovi doesn’t have any allergies….?
“Do you, do you know what allergic reaction?” Daukey finally finds his voice, feeling strangely lost.
“It seems the new medication didn’t fit well with his inhaler, and he ended up with a weird allergic reaction. We can tell you more of course when you get here…..if you get here.”
”No! No I—I’ll be there. I’m booking a plane ticket now—fuck, yeah give me like a day? Yeah. Shit—okay.” Daukey fumbles, John’s cigarettes burn a hole in his pocket, he itches to grab one—take a comforting drag off the damn thing.
”We will see you there.” The line goes dead and Daukey hurries to book a flight, fingers lightning fast and panicked as he books the nearest flight he can, luckily not many people are looking to fly to Ohio. He catches a flight leaving in the next few hours.
Sovi….what the fuck.
The thought of his boyfriend—or well ex-boyfriend has him taking in a breath.
It’s been awhile since he’s talked to him—talked with someone he had considered not only his life partner but also his closest friend.
The breakup was messy. Anger and tears, yelling and crying.
And when the time came, it seemed he was chosen in “the divorce.” As Yumi so lovingly put it.
But late at night he could hear Smitty’s upset voice carry through the walls of the pack house. “Sovi wont return my calls, or messages.” Something sad and changed in his voice that seemed to disappear the minute Daukey appears.
But the prospect of seeing the younger again, this time laid out in a hospital bed sends dread pooling in his stomach.
He can feel his hands shake, suddenly way too sober and way too cold.
A hand lands on his arm, loosing the familiar comfort Daukey tries leaning into.
”Hey you alright?” Yumi’s voice curls into concern, eyes finding Daukey’s as he turns the taller around.
”I don’t think I am?”