Jonah actually looks like he’s going to have a breakdown, so I take mercy on him and repeat everything he just said. The massive Alpha is holding Shiloh like she might just fall apart, or maybe he’s holding on to her so he doesn’t. I honestly can’t tell at this point.
Cole runs a hand through his disheveled hair, and it’s clear he doesn’t really know what to say.
Thankfully, we don’t have to say anything, as Dr. Goss finally walks into the room. The moderator moves out of his way, standing in the corner of the shower.
“Hi Shiloh, do you remember me? I admitted you to Heat Haven,” the doctor says, and Shiloh says nothing, just keeps her face buried in Jonah’s chest.
The doctor leans forward and inspects her legs without touching her. As soon as he attempts to touch her leg, her arm reaches back, and she smacks him.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry,” Cole says on her behalf, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her.
“It’s okay. I expected as much. I’m not a part of her heat. I’m a threat and she’s hurt.”
“Can you give her the same medicine you did earlier?” I ask, needing to hear from her what’s wrong and what we can do.
“No, unfortunately, not this deep into her heat,” the doctor says, looking at her leg on the opposite side of us. His expression isn’t promising and my mind is already running through the worst-case scenarios. “If you can all hold her as still as possible and distract her so I can get a good look,” he says.
I move to the other side, trying to give the doctor enough space, as I grab her hand. I’m filled with relief when she lets me, but when I see her tear-stained face and watering brown eyes, I almost fall apart.
“Hey, baby. We’re going to make it better.”
Her gaze looks past me, eyeing what the doctor is doing, and I grab her face. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, but I force her to look at me.
“Look at me, Shiloh. You’re doing so good, you’re being so brave. I know you’re in pain, but we’re going to take care of you, okay?”
I think Jonah is whispering more apologies against her neck, and Cole looks like he’s just as lost as me. I don’t look back at the doctor and maintain eye contact with Shiloh.
When a grimace takes over her face, she tries to look away from me. Jonah and Cole have her in such a tight grip she can’t move, and my heart breaks as more tears stream out of her pretty eyes.
“We’ll take care of you. We won’t leave you alone. You’re doing so good.”
She sniffles, and the doctor pulls away, and Jonah and Cole loosen their grip on the Omega.
The doctor looks at all of us. Shiloh looks like she wants to spit on him.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Goss directs at Jonah and he nods.
“My ass is bruised, but I’m fine,” he says, and I’m not sure if he would even admit that he was hurt.
“Can I speak to the two of you in the nest?” the doctor says, and Cole and I share a look.
Jonah holds Shiloh tight. I rub a hand down Shiloh’s back and squeeze Jonah’s shoulder before following the doctor into the nest.
The doctor’s posture is rigid, and he’s rubbing the back of his neck as me and my brother stand before him in only our underwear.
“I’m going to give it to you straight. I’m nearly positive her ankle is fractured. It’s already bruised.”
“What do we do?” Cole asks.
“She needs an X-ray. She needs to be sedated.”
“For just the X-ray?” I ask.
The doctor sighs, and he looks completely defeated as he shakes his head. “Normal sedatives don’t work on Omegas in heat. It needs to be medical grade, it will knock her out for the rest of her heat. This will mean that her next heat will approach sooner, especially, since she seems to have a series of unfulfilling heats.”
“There’s no other option?” Cole asks, and I imagine he feels the same way I do.
All Shiloh wanted was to have a good heat, and not be medically sedated. It was a complete accident, but we both know Jonah won’t handle this well.
