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“Mable, what’s wrong?”
“Is that him?” the doctor asked.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, my head swirling and the room going a little wonky.
“Give him the phone, please. I’ll explain what’s going on and the plan.”
I held up the phone, and Spencer took it for a few moments. He and Dr. Alvarez spoke, him nodding occasionally and making sounds of agreement.
“Thank you so much. I will be back in touch shortly,” he said curtly before hanging up the phone and turning to me.
“Hi,” I greeted weakly, trying to lighten the mood by waving.
Spencer glared. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick?”
My brows pinched together as I threw up my hands. “I thought it was just a headache!”
Spencer snorted. “Well, the doctor confirmed that it definitely isnota headache. So I'm going to be your babysitter now. First things first, I'm going to get you a sports drink to make sure you're hydrated, as per the doctor's order, and then we're gonna rustle up some food for you.”
“You don't need to do all that. I only called you so she would let me stay here. I didn't want to go into the emergency room.”
Spencer raised a brow at me, and I knew fighting was futile. “I mean this with all the respect I have for you and your pack, but shut up and let me go get you a drink, stubborn omega.”
I huffed, wanting to cry but too tired to. “Fine, but can you at least make sure it's one of those strawberry ones? Because the grape ones that Jasper drinks taste like ass.”
I could hear his chuckle as he left the room.
Separation sickness. Great.
Chapter 39
Devin
Iwas about to head down the hallway to the conference room, for the typical mid-break chat, when an arm grabbed me. Jensen, our team doctor, turned me to face him, his expression unusually grim.
“Hey, is everything okay?” I asked, my heart plummeting into my feet. “If I don't get out there soon, you know the coach is going to kick my ass.”
Jensen's face was tight and serious, not reacting to a joke that would normally have him at least smirking. “You and another member of your pack are going home immediately. I've already cleared it with the coach.”
I stilled. His tone was so severe that it gave me pause. “What? Why?”
“I got a call from a Dr. Alvarez, from the medical facility taking care of Mable. She informed me that Mable is quite sick, and she needs the presence of her pack to get better. I’m sorry I couldn’t get clearance for all of you to leave, but two of you need to get back home to Mable right away.”
Panic rushed through me, and I couldn’t breathe. Mable was unwell? What had happened?
What did Ilethappen?
I turned fully to Jensen, every instinct I had demanding that I act immediately as my heart rate started to hammer.
“Mable’s sick? How?” Percy asked from behind me. The rest of our pack was still in the changing room. We liked to joke that they took their time to make themselves look pretty, but now that time was stressing me out.
Jensen huffed and gave us a look that said we were complete idiots. “You can't spend a lot of time around a pregnant omega and then just leave her like that. At least one of you guys needs to be with her, or she needs to be with you.”
“She was okay during the last away game, at least I thought she was. Dammit.” I was spiraling, trying my best to remember. We’d done this.I’ddone this.
“Well, she did say that she had a headache,” Percy pointed out, and the guilt flared.
How could I be such a fucking idiot? It was my job to protect my pack,everymember of my pack, and that included Mable. In fact, she was the most precious of all our pack mates. She was our omega.
