Of course he’d learned better by now—he’d be a fool not to pay attention to these kinds of things, after Kai had fucked two whole children into him. It was bad for his own mental health, to get into verbal arguments like the kind his alpha could incite worse, if we consider the time Kai broke his arm. Ignoring his mate’s tone, Adi set to work pulling, and pinning his hair out of the way, and putting on a surgical mask, before washing his hands and forearms with the same surgical-grade soap he’d use if operating on a patient (which was a rare occurrence, outside of tending to his mate). Drying off with a fresh towel, he used his foot to roll the overhead lamp to the table, and switch on the bright light once it was over Kai’s shoulder.
From there, it was a silent affair of flushing the wound, and inspecting the damage. Knowing Kai wasn’t stupid enough to attempt a hit drunk, and that he’d given up drugs eons ago, he didn’t bother asking the typical questions a doctor would ask before injecting a local anesthetic in multiple spots around and inside the wound, before going in to repair the damage. Frankly, the alpha should consider himself lucky he bagged an omega skilled enough to fix him every time he came home with a deep wound like this. Skilled, efficient, and quick. Thirty minutes, twenty five stitches (internal and external), and a waterproof dressing to allow his mate to shower, and he was done.
“Done,” he spoke quietly, and no more than necessary, before clearing his supplies and the debris from the table. By now, Kai didn’t need the instructions. To not get the wound wet until the stitches came out, to remove the waterproof covering after his shower and apply a new one next time he needed to shower…
Honestly, the fact his mate even bothered to use an anesthetic anymore surprised him, but he wasn't about to complain. The hitman may have been better with pain than just about anyone, but he still felt it. Although he felt like punching something, he sat as still as he could, allowing the silence to linger. It blighted the peaceful atmosphere of their home, as this silence was like the calm before a storm.
When Adi finished, the alpha sat in silence for a while longer, trying to keep his anger from bubbling over. It would be wrong to unleash it on his mate, he knew, but how could he release this tension inside him that was threatening to snap at any moment?
Finally, he spoke, his low voice dangerous yet tinged with regret. "I'm beyond pissed off right now," he said, hand clenching into a fist on the countertop, "And I don't know how to fucking handle it. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. I need to fucking hit something."
Frankly, it really shouldn’t—why cause Kai any more pain than he was already in, and why wouldn’t Adi want to numb his mate’s pain? The alpha’s pain tolerance may be better than anyone else’s, but that didn’t mean he should be in pain if there could be something done about it. The omega was used to these tense silences, and no doctor could call themselves such if they couldn’t work under pressure. This one was one he was used to, after all. A storm the silver haired man had weathered plenty of times over the years.
Upon completing the procedure, Adi took his tools and the trash from cleaning the wound away quickly. He didn’t want to make Kai’s anger worse by being too much into his space, so he disposed what needed tossing, and placed his tools in a separate box from his sterile toolkit to sterilize later (at least, the ones that didn’t need to be tossed after each patient, even if usually Kai was the only one). From the corner of his eye, he could see the alpha boiling with anger. Feel it, too, through their mating bond. That volatile rage was all too familiar.
What surprised him, and made him just a little happy, was that Kai had made a gargantuan effort to communicate while he was at his boiling point. To tell him how he was feeling, and what he needed. Adi returned to Kai, standing in front of him (but with enough distance not to make his mate feel crowded, at least he hoped the space would help). “…thank you, for telling me. I know it must be difficult right now, and I truly appreciate the effort. As for the need to hit something…what kind of thing do you need to hit? Something I could find for you, love?”
