Page 11 of His Gentle Omega
“Bennett, where the fuck have you been?” Meg demanded. “We have a situation, and Carrie can’t deal with it. No offense, Carrie.”
“Hey Meg,” I took a breath in through my nose, stifling my annoyance at her speaking about my assistant like that in front of her. That wasn’t going to build Carrie’s confidence. “I was at a movie. What’s the problem?”
Waving a hand at Seth to shush him, as he mouthed the word “vacation” at me. Fuck, he was as bad as my boss.
“Patient came in. Clearly been abused. Has his kid with him.”
Rolling my neck on my shoulders, I still didn’t know what all the fuss was about. The hospital had procedures in place for this situation, and Carrie and Meg both knew what they were. Unfortunately, we got more abuse cases than I would have liked come through our doors.
“Okay, well, if he needs a safe place, have Carrie contact the omega shelter. I know the safe houses are currently full, but last I knew the shelter had two beds available.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work,” Meg muttered, “he’s an alpha.”
“I’m sorry, what?” My tone had Seth stopping his impatient pacing in front of me.
“You heard me,” Meg huffed. “Pretty sure we can’t stick an alpha in the middle of a house full of omegas recovering from trauma inflicted by an alpha. There’s more though.”
Blowing out a breath, my mind was already thinking about services that would work to help the alpha in need. We may not have ever dealt with a battered alpha before, but with my training and knowledge I knew it happened. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. You can fill me in then.”
Pocketing my phone, I told Seth, “I have to go into work. There’s a situation and I need to deal with it.”
Seth tilted his dark head at me, frowning. “You are on vacation, remember? It started a couple of hours ago.”
“Technically,” I argued, unlocking my car door and sliding in the driver seat, “it starts tomorrow.”
He huffed noisily, “Fine. I just worry about you, Benny. You work way too hard. Lunch next week?”
Smiling at him, I started my car. “I love you too, Sethy. Definitely lunch next week.”
“Alright, well if we aren’t getting a drink, maybe I’ll hit Playgrounds.”
Rolling my car window down, I waved my fingers at him, “Have fun. And be careful.”
Seth laughed, “Jamie Sinclair’s kink club is probably the safest place in this town. Ain’t nobody starting trouble there.”
“Call me tomorrow?”
“You know it. Later taters.”
“I’m here,” I announced to Carrie, who was pacing outside the on-call room of the E.R., biting on her thumbnail nervously. She didn’t even try to mask the relief on her face when she saw me.
“Thank the Goddess,” she rushed up to me. “I don’t know why she’s so mad at me, but Dr. Farrell is scary.”
Hearing Meg’s staccato stride coming towards us, I turned to greet her. “Why are you terrorizing my assistant?”
Instead of answering, Meg grabbed me by my forearm and pulled me into the empty doctor’s lounge. Shaking out of her grasp, I muttered, “Ow! What is going on?”
“This guy came in looking for Asher.”
“Asher Pierce?” Not that there were a lot of Ashers running around Sweet Alps. Asher was a well liked pediatrician in town, and one of Seth’s bosses. He and his mate also happened to be my neighbors. They lived right across the street from me, in a sprawling Victorian house.
“Yeah, and he’s all banged up. Black eye, bruises on his face, healing split lip. Ends up having a coughing fit at the desk and passes out.”
I had learned a long time ago not to jump to any conclusions or react until I knew all the details of any given situation. “Go on.”
“His I.D. says his name is Shay Pierce, and the little boy with him says they are here to see his Uncle Asher.”
“Okay, so Asher has a brother. Is that why you are having a fit? Carrie followed protocol and what? Called the police?” Because if it was a suspected case of spousal or mate abuse, she had done the right thing. “You know that’s what she should have done, regardless if the victim is related to someone we know.”
