Page 5 of Knot That Serious

“Unfortunately, no. There’s a national shortage of suppressants, so every pharmacy I know of is having the same issue. You’re the third omega I’ve spoken to about this today.”

With a glance at the clock on her phone, Eli confirmed it to be the ripe hour of twelve-fifteen p.m.

“Oh, shit,” she said softly, the words slipping out as she, in her momentary panic, forgot the pharmacist was there.

“I’m so sorry about this, Elizabeth. Are you safe? The Omega Center offers pick-up and drop-off now, so I’d be happy to get you in contact with them.”

Eli shook her head before realizing Gina couldn’t see it. “No, that’s okay. I’ll figure something out,” she said, though what that was, she had no clue.

She winced, slammed her eyes shut, and said, “Question, though. The suppressant was a birth control combo. Can I still get the birth control?”

“Oh, of course! The Omega Center will still supply that for you as well. They accept walk-ins at any time, you know,” she hedged.

Eli resisted her groan. “Okay, thanks for your help.”

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call back, okay?” Gina offered.

Anything except my fucking prescription, Eli thought bitterly.

“I appreciate that. Have a good day.”

“You too—”

Eli hung up and let the phone flop to the bed before following it down and groaning, covering her eyes with her hands.

Why hadn’t she stocked up or something? Had extra on hand?

What was she going to do?

The Omega Center was her very last option. There had to be other ways, yeah?

Her mind wandered, and her eyes were heavy, but her brain wasn’t shutting up to offer her a moment’s peace.

With a sigh, she crawled from the bed and made her way to the shower, with the intent to decompress and let the hot water wash away her worries.

She didn’t make it into the laundry basket one time as she tossed her clothes over, aiming carefully as every item missed, laying limply beside the basket, taunting her. With a grumble, she stalked over and stuffed them into the basket with an irritated punch at the soft pile.

In the shower, she dropped the bottle of body wash, and the loud clatter of plastic against the tub floor made her wince and grind her teeth together.

Then the conditioner got stuck—this was supposed to be an everything shower, not an everything-goes-wrong shower—and she dispensed far too much, losing half of it down the drain anyway.

“Oh my god,” she whined. “Why me?”

By the time she was done, dry, and had stubbed her toe on the end of the vanity, Eli was so over this day.

“I’m cool, calm, collected. A rational adult. No need to get so upset,” she chanted in between deep breaths.

Eli wanted to scream.

Instead she let out a pitiful little groan, grabbed her softest tee and sweats, and marched out to the kitchen.

After grabbing two clementines in a small bowl and adding ice to her water, she aimed for the living room.

She only sat down on the couch for a moment, reaching under the coffee table and drawing out one of the little storage baskets. Inside sat the airtight container, which she snatched up before replacing the basket and retreating to her room.

With the window by her bed cracked, she opened the cannabis, ground enough up, and rolled herself a joint.

Their stash was a bit low, especially since her heat was coming up, so she made a note to ask Jack for more when he got home.

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