Page 106 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

We had been all chatting when we thought she was taking her bath. Calmed down by our omega before she had vanished for hours in the bathroom.

Cam had been so jumpy and kept wanting to see her. Ant had joined in but I had just thought they were needy and young. I was so sure she was just decompressing. It wasn’t until Pax looked at the clock and scowled that something finally struck my gut, alerting me that something wasn’t right.

She’s not okay.

We’re not delusional enough to think that is what she is going to say when she wakes up but we all want to be here when she wakes up. We all need to see her because Sadie is our omega. Good times and bad.

Paxton is staring out the window with his arms crossed. His eyes look dead as he stares outside. I know he’s not seeing whatever out there but instead seeing Sadie in that moment

Every time he looks at her he makes this sound like it’s his fault that she had been found with a razor-blade in the bath. So he has been doing his best not to stare at her because it hurts.

I get his line of thought.

It was his gym where something bad happened. It was his tub that she was found in. It was his razor that she had used to-

I need a plan. A plan to make things better. To ease some of her burden. To fix…anything.

“We need her to take a leave of absence at work.” A plan is forming in my mind and it’s mostly to get her the heck away from the place where she was hurt and bring her somewhere where she can be okay. “We can go to my family's ranch. We’re far enough in the work we can leave it in charge of the realtors to start selling the properties. Manage the progress from away. Take shifts flying back as needed.”

Paxton turns and I can see him thinking about this. He nods once.

“Make sure it’s okay with your mom.”

No one says anything else as I start planning everything out. Thankful that we filed with the committee about courting Sadie. It makes things run smoother for us. Less questions asked about who we are to speak for her.

I send texts to my family, make a couple calls. Book flights for Monday, after checking in with Sadie’s doctor and therapists that it will be okay. Maybe it's hopeful that she will wake up by then but I still feel like we need to try.

Finding Sadie’s phone on the floor, Cam had brought it to the hospital with us. I’m glad because I can use it to send a message to HR at her work, start filling out the paperwork for a LOA, which means she will be paid for six weeks on a short term leave. The person from HR already says it will be approved and I have all the documentation from her doctors about her needing a period of time off.

Maybe Paxton can get her onboard with working with us during this time so we can be with her more.

It’s the afternoon when everything is settled.

And I still don’t feel better.

Ant asks for the ranch address and I can see him ordering things, probably for Sadie to be all made up in whatever cowboy fantasy he has for her. He wants to take care of our omega and this is how he knows how to do it. He’s buying the new clothes that we should have gotten for her already and picking up the pieces we have dropped.

The ranch is fresh air, acres of freedom, and a space where Sadie can heal away from everyone. Sure my family is there but they’re not so close knit that they’ll suffocate us. I haven’t really told them much about us yet either. But I will.

“Call the doctor.” Cam’s voice comes out and makes us all look at Sadie, who is currently groaning as her eyes start to blink open before closing again.

Oh My God.

Ant is already out of the room, dragging a nurse in as we watch the way her eyes flick open. Her body flinches at the light before she lets the hospital room come into focus and the situation starts to dawn on her.

I want to ask if she’s okay. I want to hear her voice and know that everything is going to get better. But my mouth is dry and I can’t form words.

“Hi Sadie, I’m Doctor John Hewlett.” The doctor has pushed his way in and is commanding space. Not that Cam is going to give up hisspot next to her bed. And none of us are about to leave the room, “Do you know what is going on?”

Her blue eyes stay glued to the doctor as she nods in confirmation, the wrist she slit sliding out of the bed as she holds it up for him to see.

The stitches are so jarring and I wish that they hadn’t stitched her up in black. It’s so dark against her skin like a morbid tattoo. Seeing it is a reminder that she tried to leave us forever. And I hate that. I hate that she didn’t come to us to tell us what was wrong. Hate that we weren’t enough to stop it.

We’re pack. She is supposed to lean on us. We’re her alphas, it’s our honor to take care of our omega.

But we failed her.

“I tried to have some control.” Her voice is so devoid of emotions, bland like it doesn’t matter. Like all of this just is. The doctor must be used to this because he doesn’t correct her.

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