Page 51 of Undone
“Shh, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Cool lips touched his forehead. “Let me just text Hugh. I wouldn’t be able to explain my presence here to another doctor.”
Whimpering, he curled into a fetal position, losing himself to the pain.
Some indeterminable time later, distant voices pulled him back to awareness. One of them sounded angry.
“I can’t fucking believe you, Anthony. I wasn’t joking when I said you needed to stay away from him!”
“Enough,” the familiar voice said, though it sounded much harder now that it wasn’t addressing Michael. “I didn’t ask you to come here to lecture me. Just help him.”
“Help him?” A laugh. “There’s nothing I can do for him anymore. If these readings are to be believed, his body is undergoing a transformation, hence the fever.”
Silence.
“You mean...”
“Yes.”
“But how? It’s not even the full moon anymore.”
“Did you spend the full moon with him?”
“I did.”
A sigh. “And I suppose you were the aggressor.”
“Yes,” was a terse reply.
Another sigh. “I can only theorize—alleged cases of bitching were never properly documented, but submitting to another alpha during one’s rut does seem to play a big role. It’s probably just taken a few days for the changes to manifest. It doesn’t happen instantly.”
There was silence again.
“So he’s really becoming an omega? A real omega?”
“I can’t give any prognosis on the extent of his transformation,” was the dry response. “We’re flying blind here. But from what I can tell, it’s already irreversible. The nerve endings in his knot have already begun to degenerate and there are other signs of his reproductive organs being changed.” A pause. “I can’t believe you did this to him.”
“I didn’t do this on purpose,” the other man said stiffly.
“I know, but you should have known better. It was hard for him to stop because he was under the influence of his changing hormones. But what’s your excuse?”
“I didn’t do this on purpose,” the voice repeated, sounding strained. “I just couldn’t, okay? I couldn’t stay away.”
Fever and pain dragged him back into the abyss, and the voices faded.
***
“He’s shaking. Fix him! Why is he shaking?”
“I don’t know, maybe because his body is undergoing an unthinkable transformation it wasn’t built for?”
“If you’re going to act like a sarcastic dick instead of helping him, you know where the door is.”
A sigh. “I can’t help him, Ant. Not with this. He does seem to feel calmer when you touch him. It might help him survive this.”
A strong arm wrapped around him tightly. “What do you mean,survive?”
“There’s no guarantee that this transformation would end with a viable result. He might become a beta or an omega—or he might end up with a completely broken body. Under normal circumstances, I’d recommend hospitalization. But in this case... there’s nothing we can do. All we can do is hope he pulls through.”
The other voice was terse as it replied, “He will pull through. Go if there’s nothing you can do for him.”
