Page 26 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
It would be great fun. There weren’t only the games, there were contests for the mascots, rookies, and goalies. There were also fun skill competitions and other mayhem.
Verity
If I can, I will! Congratulations.
Jonas, AJ, and Dean all bombarded me with well wishes.
Griffin McGraff, All-Star. Fuck me.
Dr. Arya, in her lab coat, came into the tiny exam room and sat down in the chair adjacent to the exam bed where I sat.
“Griffin, my apologies for making you wait. People kept having emergencies.” She consulted her tablet.
“Okay, so what’s wrong with me?”And how do we fix it?My knee jiggled with nerves, that high of being chosen for the team evaporating.
“Let’s start with the good news. Your hormone levels are fantastic, which is probablywhyall these things are happening to you.” Dr. Arya looked up at me.
“That makes sense.” How they could read my hormones with all the crap in my system, I didn’t know. While for an ordinary omega, fantastic hormones were a good thing, I wastryingto keep mine under wraps.
I hadn’t even considered that finally getting my pack together might put my omega in the ideal position to burst out. Not only did I not want that, I didn’t need my body deciding to override my suppressants and go into heat or any other omega biological bullshit.
My belly dipped as I went to my real question. “What about my kidneys?”
“They’re not as good as I hoped, but not as bad as I feared.” Her look grew pensive.
“Well, that’s good, right?” Because that kept me up at night. I wanted to ruin my omega parts, not the rest of me.
She showed me a graph on her tablet. “You’re going to have to make some choices if you don’t want to have serious health problems very soon.”
The graph made little sense and I frowned at it.
“I should be able to go off the blockers and suppressants for the summer. But I’m afraid of what will happen if someone finds out that I’m hiding my designation. My career is important to me.” I winced because this was a lot all at once.
“I know,” she soothed. “People are going to find out eventually. Right now, it’s a tossup over what outs you first–you collapsing because of kidney or heart problems during a game or your nature bursting out for all to see. One of those will happen before the season is over and after that, all the blockers and suppressants in the world won’t help you.”
Bile rose in my throat because I didn’t like either of those scenarios. They were both incredibly possible, especially after what happened in the locker room with Dean.
“I’m surprised, given what you told me in your last visit about your blocker overdose, that major health setbacks haven’t happened sooner,” she told me, checking her tablet again.
I sighed. “We all were. What am I going to do, Doc? We’re finally together.”
“I changed your blockers and give you a nutrition plan to follow. It will buy you time to talk to your pack and make a plan. This is awhennotifsituation,” she warned.
That was a lot to swallow in itself.
No, I didn’t want that to happen to me. If it did, my hockey career really would be over. It could also change my quality of life and the time I had with my pack.
I’d hidden for so long, had so much fear…
“What about suppressants?” I worried about going into heat. I’d only had a couple, and none had been very good experiences.
“For now, those should be fine–as long as you don’t push yourself too hard. A light scent blocker for work should be okay, too. I know this is hard. You don’t have to do this alone,” she added.
Not sure a light scent blocker, the type omegas might take before going out or to their average job, would be good enough for the PHL. Dean took something heavier than that before games, so it wouldn’t tamper with gameplay. Not that he took anything close to what I did now that he no longer had to hide.
I gulped, feeling sick. “My pack will support me.”
But could I get through it myself?
