“Please, help her. She was complaining of her stomach hurting earlier tonight, and then she just started puking and sobbing,” I begged.
A doctor ran in, looking stricken. “Is that smell hers?”
“Yes. There’s something wrong with her. It shouldn’t be like this,” I pleaded, as the nurse started hooking her up to things.
“Please go wait in the lobby, we’ll come get you,” the doctor said.
“Can I stay?” Evan asked.
“Out.” He scowled.
Shoulders slumping, Evan squeezed her hand, and we went out into the lobby.
“Look at this place. Wow. Evan, you should get transferred here.” Jett looked around.
While Evan’s Omega Center, being a regional center, was state-of-the-art, this was just as fancy.
“I like where I work. But maybe in a couple of years?” Evan got on his phone and frowned.
I went to the cart and got us some coffee and little bags of cookies, then joined them on one of the couches.
“What do you think is wrong? Have you seen anything like this before?” I asked Evan as I took a sip of coffee.
“If she was an omega that grew up here, I’d say it could be heat sickness. But she wouldn’t get heat sickness because she has us. And well, you’d have to have lots of neglected or unfulfilled heats for that. Years of trying to handle things yourself, badly, without ever going to a heat clinic or knowing what to do, or anything,” he explained.
Horror coated me. “What if she wasn’t having awful PMS? What if she’s been going into heat for years but didn’t know it? No one would know what it was or what to do, well, except for that awful woman who raised her, who could very well ignore it. Not to mention what they did to her at that camp fucked her up. Could that have something to do with it?”
“Oh fuck. You might be right.” Evan put his hand to his mouth.
I got on my phone and called Wes.
“She’s sick, isn’t she?” Wes yawned. “Good thing Spencer has decided that we’re leaving.”
“Good. You need to come home now,” I confirmed. “We think she’s sick because she’s trying to go into heat–and failing.”
Chapter Twenty–Seven
Wes
“Wow, this place looks brand new,” I said to Spencer as he parked his car at the Omega Center hospital Brennan said they’d taken her to.
“She’ll be all right, she’ll be all right,” Spencer whispered.
I squeezed his shoulder. “She’ll be okay.”
Hopefully. It had been hard feeling her pain and being so far away. Especially for Spencer.
Worry burrowed into me. Failed heat? What the fuck? That happened when omegas didn’t have the resources to becomfortable or safe. She had us. Everything was fixed between her and Brennan. Her room was cute and cozy again. Spencer tried to get her to eat right. Grace had everything she needed for her body to want to go into heat.
If she even could.
Oh. Maybe this was a gamma thing? Like when the process of becoming an omega was halted it fucked up her ability to go into heat?
We got out of the car and rushed into the hospital. Brennan, Jett, and Evan sat in a corner of the lobby, which looked like a living room.
“What’s wrong with her?” Spencer asked.
“We’ve been trying to piece this together, mostly, so the doctor doesn’t have us all arrested for neglect.” Brennan looked up at us.
