Page 14 of Sweet Omega
By the time Sirhe arrived, Tarymn was going crazy.
As soon as his knot subsided, he’d dashed to the washroom, soaked a cloth with cold water, and returned to gently wipe the sweat from Ludiin’s flushed skin, murmuring the omega’s name over and over hoping he’d wake up.
Nothing.
Ludiin didn’t stir.
A ball of dread twisted tighter in Tarymn’s gut with every minute that passed.Was I too late?The question hammered in his chest, unrelenting.
When his connector buzzed, he nearly dropped it in his rush to answer.
“I’m outside,” came Sirhe’s voice.
Tarymn didn’t hesitate. He stormed down the stairs and yanked the door open, only to stop short. Sirhe stood there, calm and composed as ever. Beside him was a young omega nurse clutching a med bag.
Tarymn’s gaze narrowed. “Did you have to bring him?”
“You said emergency,” Sirhe replied coolly. “I didn’t know if I’d need assistance.”
Tarymn gritted his teeth, but nodded sharply. “This way.”
He led them up the stairs to Ludiin’s room, words tumbling out as they climbed. “He’d been in heat for six days. I tried to help him but in the end, he passed out.”
Sirhe shot him a sideways look. “When you sayhelp,you mean…”
“Yes,” Tarymn said, jaw tight, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a restless motion as he stepped aside to let Sirhe into Ludiin’s room. He watched, silent and tense, as the alpha moved to the bed, already pulling instruments from the nurse’s bag. He knelt beside Ludiin, checking his pulse, and temperature. The nurse stood silently beside him, prepping a syringe.
“He’s sleeping,” Sirhe said at last, his tone softening. “But he’s completely depleted. His body’s been pushed to the limit.”
Tarymn’s stomach sank. “Is he going to be okay?”
“Yes,” Sirhe said. “I’m giving him a sedative to ease the residual heat symptoms and help him rest. What he needs now is sleep.”
Tarymn exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“One more thing.” Sirhe glanced at him, his gaze intense. “Did you come inside him?”
Tarymn nodded. The guilt crept in again, thick and unwelcome.
“Okay. I’ll give him something to prevent any unwanted pregnancies,” Sirhe said. The nurse handed him another syringe. “He might not even remember this.”
Tarymn's head snapped up. “Are you sure?” he asked, a thread of hope lacing his voice.
“No. Every omega is different,” he said gently. “But it happens. Sometimes, when the body is overwhelmed, the mind shuts down. It’s possible he won’t remember much.”
“Okay,” Tarymn sighed. If Ludiin remembered, he’d explain everything. The state he found him in. The decision he had to make. Everything. Sirhe finished up, packing away the last of his tools, and Tarymn walked him to the front door.
“Thanks for coming,” Tarymn said sincerely.
Sirhe paused, then clapped a firm hand on Tarymn’s shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up for what happened. You saved him. That’s what matters.”
Tarymn gave a stiff nod. “Yeah… thanks again,” he muttered, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
He turned and made his way back to Ludiin’s room. The omega was fast asleep, his breathing slow and steady. Peaceful. Tarymn watched him for a second longer than necessary, then quietly stepped back into the hallway.
His gaze landed on the stack of boxes still cluttering the hallway. He sighed, the tension in his chest making it hard to breathe. Sleep was out of the question, his blood still hummed, his mind too restless. He needed to do something. Anything.
He crouched beside the nearest box and pried it open, lifting a tangle of metal parts and wires. He stared at the components, not understanding what any of them were for. But they couldn’t stay there. The hallway looked like a storage facility.
