Page 23 of Bonding the Band

“Huh.” The doctor checked all of Hendrix’s vitals, detaching the blood-pressure cuff after noting the numbers. “How long have you been feeling unwell?”

“Since Seattle,” I answered for him. “It’s been a couple months now.”

“You’ve waited two months to seek treatment?”

Beckett grimaced. “Our manager keeps us busy.”

“And gives me vitamins to keep me standing,” Hendrix added.

I snorted. If what Gary was giving him was vitamins, then I was a fucking bunny living in Easter Land.

The doctor absorbed everything we told him, writing down notes to hopefully get a big picture of what was going on with Hen. “Would you mind if I did a few finger prick tests so I can check a few things?”

“I don’t like needles,” Hendrix grumbled.

I burst out laughing, as did everyone else on the bus. Even Beckett cracked a smile.

“What’s so funny?” he pouted.

“Hen…you’re covered in tats. How the hell can you dislike needles?” Phin chuckled.

“That’s different.”

“Do the blood test,” Beckett instructed the doctor. “Ignore the man baby.”

The doctor nodded, pulling more equipment out of his bag. “Your blood pressure is a little high. Let’s see what this shows, and then I’ll probably prescribe you something to help with that.”

Hendrix looked at the small finger prick needle in horror but held out his hand all the same.

The doctor’s eyes darted between the small screen and Hendrix. “Um…do you want to talk in private?”

“You can tell these fuckers anything.” Hendrix waved off his concern. “My dick isn’t going to fall off, is it?”

I snorted. Of course that was his worry.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Where’s your omega?”

Hendrix’s eyebrows rose. “Myomega? In my dreams, that’s where the fair, busty maiden resides.”

“Well, you’ve definitely got an omega, because your hormone levels indicate that you’re bonded…pretty recently, in fact.” He turned the screen to us. It was just numbers, but they clearly meant something to the doc.

“No fucking way!” Hendrix cried, sitting bolt upright, and obviously immediately regretting moving that fast, with the way he cupped his face. “I would remember if someone bit me! Wouldn’t I?”

“There’s more…” The doctor grimaced. “You’re showing signs of bonding sickness. It’s a rare thing, since most alphas stick close to their omegas after they’ve bonded, but that’sclearly not the case here. Your symptoms are extreme, and very similar to a lot of pregnancy symptoms, which is leading me to believe that your omega is pregnant, in addition to being separated from you. You’re feeling all of their suffering, on top of your own, from being apart.”

I choked on thin air.What?Did he just saypregnantomega? Beckett looked shell-shocked, and Phin was looking almost as green as Hendrix.

Did Hendrix have a pregnant omega? He’d have told us…or maybe not. It didn’t sound like he had any idea who this omega was. Fuck.

Hendrix looked terrified, his eyes wide, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words.

I paused for a moment, waiting for the panic to set in, only it never came.

Because I was fuckingelated.

If Hendrix had an omega, that meantwehad an omega.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell us?” I asked, unable to mask my excitement, jumping on the baffled-looking alpha and shaking him vigorously.

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