06-25-2018, 04:13 PM
(Wow you went a step ahead! HAHA it's great ;) how about we punish Alex by making him needing to draw blood to.help stabilize his mate's condition?)
Alex couldnt see anything other than his mate. When he arrived, much to his annoyance, a large crowd gathered around Elliot but no one was doing anything except fanning him to "provide him with fresh air". He couldnt breath when he saw the blood between Elliot's legs... "call the ambulance! No... no....no. fuck off people!" He yelled pushing people away and went ahead to scoop Elliot up. He took Elliot bridal style and rushed outward. "Call John!"
Afterwards it's a blur. Alex wasnt sure what had happened and how he mamaged to rush Elliot to the hospital. Throughout the trip, his alpha pheromones over the roof as his protective instinct kickrd in, his body knew that's what his ailing omega needed. Even the beta driver was beginning to suffocate at the overwhelming scent. Alex was oblivious to all of that.
Alex ran with the gurley to the diagnosis room. With their peculiar situation, the doctor allowed the alpha in to keep up with the stabilizing scent. He didnt know what the doctors did, all he knew was, after some time, he was asked to leave the room by the doctor for a quick chat.
On that little lecture, he was let known of the severe condition his mate was in. The accusation from the doctor was sharp, and it pierced to the deepest of his heart. His mate had been in distress for almost a month, yet he was entirely oblivious to it. He was the one guilty for it all, but it was Elliot who'd paid the price and endured through it so bravely... until finally his body couldnt take it anymore. He wanted to yell and scream, so angry with himself.
The doctor noticed his condition was not so well either, and quickly send the alpha back to be with his omega. Their mutual scent would be the best tranquilizer. However, after the initial rage and frustration, deep guilt.enveloped him. He passively accepted the blood drawing to maintain the level of pheromone for the babies, and then spent his entire day at the bedside of Elliot.
He would have stayed , but entering the third day, the doctor insisted for him to head out to take a breather before returning with some lunch. He did found himself thinking a bit clearer returning, his brain finally functioning and he had made a decision. Returning, he was ready to meet the heartbreaking scene of his mate laying there, unresponsive with his belly sticking out, making a large contrast with his thin body. He was therefore beyond thrilled when he saw his mate finally opening his beautiful eyes.
"Elliot! Call the doctor!" He asked loudly of the nurse then rushed towards Elliot, clutching his hand tihht and kissed it repeatedly. "Elliot... elliot! Thank god... i'm so sorry mate... i'm so sorry my love..." the alpha cried, his voice broken, extreme thrill and renewed guilt washed over him.
Alex couldnt see anything other than his mate. When he arrived, much to his annoyance, a large crowd gathered around Elliot but no one was doing anything except fanning him to "provide him with fresh air". He couldnt breath when he saw the blood between Elliot's legs... "call the ambulance! No... no....no. fuck off people!" He yelled pushing people away and went ahead to scoop Elliot up. He took Elliot bridal style and rushed outward. "Call John!"
Afterwards it's a blur. Alex wasnt sure what had happened and how he mamaged to rush Elliot to the hospital. Throughout the trip, his alpha pheromones over the roof as his protective instinct kickrd in, his body knew that's what his ailing omega needed. Even the beta driver was beginning to suffocate at the overwhelming scent. Alex was oblivious to all of that.
Alex ran with the gurley to the diagnosis room. With their peculiar situation, the doctor allowed the alpha in to keep up with the stabilizing scent. He didnt know what the doctors did, all he knew was, after some time, he was asked to leave the room by the doctor for a quick chat.
On that little lecture, he was let known of the severe condition his mate was in. The accusation from the doctor was sharp, and it pierced to the deepest of his heart. His mate had been in distress for almost a month, yet he was entirely oblivious to it. He was the one guilty for it all, but it was Elliot who'd paid the price and endured through it so bravely... until finally his body couldnt take it anymore. He wanted to yell and scream, so angry with himself.
The doctor noticed his condition was not so well either, and quickly send the alpha back to be with his omega. Their mutual scent would be the best tranquilizer. However, after the initial rage and frustration, deep guilt.enveloped him. He passively accepted the blood drawing to maintain the level of pheromone for the babies, and then spent his entire day at the bedside of Elliot.
He would have stayed , but entering the third day, the doctor insisted for him to head out to take a breather before returning with some lunch. He did found himself thinking a bit clearer returning, his brain finally functioning and he had made a decision. Returning, he was ready to meet the heartbreaking scene of his mate laying there, unresponsive with his belly sticking out, making a large contrast with his thin body. He was therefore beyond thrilled when he saw his mate finally opening his beautiful eyes.
"Elliot! Call the doctor!" He asked loudly of the nurse then rushed towards Elliot, clutching his hand tihht and kissed it repeatedly. "Elliot... elliot! Thank god... i'm so sorry mate... i'm so sorry my love..." the alpha cried, his voice broken, extreme thrill and renewed guilt washed over him.