Page 117 of Knot All is Forgiven

"Of course, Russ. I'm a good doctor, you know. I wouldn't let your Omega leave without a clean bill of health." He taps his tablet a few times before tucking it under his arm. "I'm going to need a urine sample, and then Nurse West will be here to get a blood sample."

He stops in the doorway on his way out, looking back at all of us. "You did good, Alphas. If she had been in drop on her own,I would be very concerned about the prognosis. Sometimes, our bodies have wonderful protective measures in place, and Russ' Alpha guard and the rest of you protecting them both staved off the more severe consequences. I'll be back when your results are ready."

I attempt to heave myself out of bed, and a wall of sticky, sweet blackberry Alpha blocks me. "No. You need rest." Cyrus' words are sharp and clipped, and their aggression is entirely inappropriate for the situation.

"I have to go piss in a cup, Cyrus. Out of my way." I attempt to step around him, but he squares his shoulders more, planting his legs wide, trapping me between the bed and the wall.

"No," he snaps. "You were hurt. You need to lie down and let us take care of you."

I know it's Cyrus in front of me, but my mind is playing tricks on me, flickering the image of Mr. Woods over the handsome face of the Alpha I've known since childhood. My breath starts coming in sharp pants, and my hands tremble. My knees begin to buckle, and I whine, slipping down the wall.

"Fuck, wait, Jordan," Cyrus barks. I flinch back as he reaches for me, the whine growing even louder as my vision starts to spot on the sides. Strong arms wrap around the back of my knees, and Cyrus buries my face in the curve of his neck. I inhale deeply, his scent twisting through me and putting out the fire of anxiety that had risen.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan," he whispers. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was so fucking worried, and I just want to wrap you up in bubble wrap and hide you away. I'm not thinking clearly."

"S'okay," I mutter into his flesh. My mouth aches as it presses against his skin, that little voice that I now know is my Omega nature urging me to bite down on the delicious-smelling Alpha.

"It's not, but I appreciate you giving me the benefit of the doubt." He jostles me a little in his arms, and I wince as bright can lighting assaults my eyes. A bit of rattling later, Cyrus gently sets me on the floor, pushing down my slacks and placing me on the toilet.

My face lights up like a Christmas tree as I squeal. "Why are you putting me on the toilet?"

"They need a urine sample."

"I know that! Why are you in here with me?" I squirm uncomfortably, just now realizing how badly I do have to pee but unwilling to cross that boundary with Cyrus.

We haven't even slept together yet. There is no way he needs to hear what I sound like when I pee before what I sound like when I come.

"Pee, Jordan. I set up the little plastic thing that collects it so you don't have to hold a cup." He leans against the open doorframe, where I can see my other three Alphas trying and failing to keep straight faces.

"Cyrus, leave. Let me pee in peace."

He crosses his tree-trunk arms over his broad chest and narrows his honey-brown eyes at me. "No. I'm sorry, but no. You're my Omega, and I didn't know how serious drop was until now. I… can't, Jordan." His eyes squeeze shut as he inhales sharply. "Please don't make me close a door between us."

Call me crazy, but I don't think that this has anything to do with my urine.

"Okay," I concede. "Can you not stare me down, though? I don't need to feel like I'm trying to assert dominance while I piss."

He rolls his eyes before turning his back to me. "Omega. Pee."

"Yes, Daddy," I mutter. His head whips to the side as he looks at me over his shoulder, a shocking amount of heat smoldering in his gaze.

"Quit being a brat and pee, Jordan. Final warning."

Once he's firmly facing away from me, I finally listen, my face red with embarrassment, knowing he was listening the whole time. Before I have a chance to get up to wash my hands, he hoists me up and pulls my slacks back up before washing my hands for me.

"What is going on, Cyrus? I can wash my hands without dying."

"Fuck, woman, let me take care of you!" His words come out in a frustrated growl. "I felt helpless when you were in drop. Icarus was in guard, and Rafe was calming him down. Simon got punched in the face and had that to distract him, but I was just there, watching you not wake up." He gently dries my hands with the horrendous paper towels in the hospital bathroom and meets my eyes in the mirror.

"Can you just let me have this? I need to feel like you need me, Jordan."

The words are so vulnerable and quiet that it takes a moment for my brain to process them. When the meaning finally hits, it takes the words out of my throat. I nod numbly, and his body seems to deflate as he scoops me up into his arms, nuzzling into my neck as he carries me gently back to the bed.

The bed is larger than a standard one since this is the Omega ward, but these four Alphas are not small, so we soon abandon all hope that the five of us can comfortably exist together in the bed, and I end up curled up on Cyrus' chest.

I can't help replaying the tiny bit of conversation I overheard between Rafe and Simon in my head. I should've made it known that I was awake instead of listening in on their vulnerable words, but I couldn't help myself. There was so much pain in Rafe's voice that it made me ache.

I don't know if Simon feels the same way, but I sincerely hope he doesn't let me hold him back if he does.

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