Page 153 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Putting my phone on the bedside table, I crawled on the other side of her and turned off the light.
I kissed our little alpha on the temple. “Good night, Sweet Girl.” I reached over her and squeezed Dean’s hand. “Good night, my love.”
While I closed my eyes, I didn’t sleep. Also, I kept getting texts. Texts from Kylee. Texts from the hockey group chat. Texts from Charlie and my sister.
AJ
Grif has a fever, I think he might be sick.
Me
If you need to, take him to the Center Clinic.
I could see Grif making himself sick over this.
AJ
If we don’t make it back in the morning I’ll have Mercy bring your things.
Me
Don’t worry about it. You watch over him.
We could always have Mercy sit with Verity while we ducked home for a few hours. Hopefully Verity would get discharged in a day or two, anyway. Especially since the scans showed there wasn’t any brain injury.
Finally, I closed my eyes. Verity would be okay. Grif would be okay.
Everyone would be fucking okay.
Chapter Forty-Six
AJ
Grif was sicker than even when we’d caught a nasty flu one winter when we were still with the Tsunamis. His sickly sour-sweet scent filled the room.
As much as I worried about Verity, we weren’t making it back to the hospital this morning. Dean, Jonas, and Mercy would have to deal with it while I took care of Grif.
Exhaustion pressed down on me. I’d been up all night with him.
I needed to get his fever down. Nothing was working. Medicine. A bath. Fluids.
Fucking.
Right now, he slept fitfully, tossing and turning, getting tangled in my sheets.
With a sigh, I called the nurse advice line offered by the Omega Center.
“Nurse advice. How may I help you?” the man said.
“My omega has a fever, and I don’t know what to do.” I told the nurse about Grif’s symptoms. Grif kept fretting in the bed beside me. I stroked his hair, trying to soothe him.
“Is his heat close? Are you sure it’s not a spike?” the nurse asked.
“He’s on suppressants.” Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. But he didn’t smell like he was going into heat.
Sure, he’d wanted a lot of physical reassurance, but Verity had taken a bullet for him. It made sense.
“Sometimes suppressants aren’t always effective. Has he been on them for a long time? Also, certain recreational substances can lessen the effectiveness of suppressants and birth control,” the nurse told me.
