Page 25 of The Wronged Omega

Ellie turned around after I tapped her shoulder, and she smiled at me.

“You did better than I thought you’d do. Sit down.” I did and realized how sore my ankle was. I sucked at taking care of myself when I was in pain like this. “I’ll stretch it as far as I can so it’s at a decent angle, and you slide it on in.” After a couple of adjustments, my arm was through the hole, and I was now fully clothed. “Let’s get you adjusted, then we can go eat. Cy pulled things out, but I’m not sure what she was planning on making. If you find an eggshell in something, say nothing.”

Ellie kept filling the silence, and I was grateful for it. I didn’t want to think, but I also had nothing to say.

I stood up, she fixed the sweats, and we were off.

The living area smelled like bacon, and my stomach growled. On the island were a few large plates being slowly filled by eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. There was also a large pitcher of water and a few packets of some flavoring stuff by it.

“Sit,” Odie said, pulling out a barstool.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Ellie said as she tried to take the seat, but her sister flicked her forehead to stop her.

“You know I was talking to Mine.”

“Her name might be Mine, but she isn’t yours,” Ellie mumbled, then stuck her tongue out at Odie. For some reason, that comment made me sad, but it’s not like I’d ever have a chance even in better circumstances, so I brushed it off.

“She’s not anyone’s.” That hurt even more because it was all too true. “Sit, Mine.”

I did, and Odie scooted in the stool so I was smooshed against the counter. She filled up a large glass of water for me, then picked up one of the packets and dumped it in, stirring the contents until it was dissolved. It was an orangey pink color.

“You need electrolytes. You’re finishing this before you leave this table.”

It’s not—

I signed before the pain caught up with me, and I hugged my bad arm to my body.

“Do we need to tie it to you?” Cy asked as she filled the bacon plate up a little more.

I shook my head, but maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

“It’ll be better in a couple of days. We will get some ice on it, then heat, and so on.” Cy emphasized her words with the spatula.

I took back what I thought before. I didn’t want their attention and pampering directed at me. I felt nauseous.

The color must have drained from my face because Cy’s eyes grew wide as I shoved myself back, nearly knocking the barstool over with me on it, before I spun and gagged. Nothing came up. Not even stomach acid.

Odie rubbed soothing circles on my back as I remained bent over with my head between my legs.

“I need you to drink, then we can think about food. Not only are you recovering from your adventure,” she ground out, “but you’re also hungover.”

I groaned, having completely forgotten about that. It’s what led to this whole mess escalating.

Sitting up, I wanted to vomit all over again, but Odie moved the glass closer to me, and someone thankfully put a straw in it. If I had to hold up the glass to drink from it, I’d drop it, and we’d have more problems on our hands like ruined bacon thanks to the glass shards.

I sipped on it, and it was terrible. The salty sweet taste was nothing like I’d ever had before, and I never wanted it again, but I knew Odie would keep her word and keep me here until it was gone.

“Slowly, and here’s some more toast.” That reminded me that I barely ate any of the other toast they made me. Odie’s hand remained on my back the entire time, and as comforting as it was, it was making everything worse, but I didn’t know why.

The drink slowly vanished, and I hated every second of it. The toast helped, but the taste of butter was the only saving grace from this entire event.

Ellie created a breakfast sandwich, and Odie and Cy had a few of their own. Odie needing two hands to eat saved me from her touch for the time being.

They saved me some sausage and bacon, but cold eggs were a one way ticket to vomiting, so I was glad none of those were leftover.

With the drink gone and Odie satisfied with my efforts, she passed me two strips of bacon and two sausage links plus another piece of toast.

“Don’t push yourself. We can always make more food later.” They were being too nice, especially Cy, but this was still strange for Odie. I had only known them for less than forty-eight hours but still, this was not like the people I first met.

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