Page 12 of The Omega's Savior

“Sure.”

I take a step out of her hospital room and call up Brandon.

“Hey man,” I say. “I’m calling in a favor.”

“What’s wrong?” Brandon asks.

“Nothing’s wrong, why’d you think something’s wrong,” I laugh.

“Cause you’re asking me for help. You don’t do that unless shit’s hit the fan.”

“Well, everything’s fine, I was just wondering if Sadie could get some clothes together. Olivia, the omega from the warehouse, she’s awake and I’m helping her get discharged. She needs clothes.”

“Wait, she’s awake? How’s she doing?”

“Well, I mean she’s awake, pretty snarky too.”

“That’s not answering the question, man, but sure. We’ll get there as soon as we can.”

“Awesome.”

“Why’s she getting discharged so soon? From the way her report looked, it seemed like she needed more time in the hospital.”

“She has a little sister she’s worried about. She’s gonna go check up on her.”

“That makes sense, I’ll cover some of the paperwork for you and let the higher-ups know any of her interviews should be pushed back for a bit.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Of course, you’ve done the same for me.”

When I return to Olivia’s room, her fiery red hair is hung around her face like a curtain as she’s scribbling away at the paperwork.

“How goes it?”

“Huh?” She asks, her eyes flying up to meet mine as I lean against the wall.

“How’s the paperwork going?”

“I mean, it’s paperwork, it sucks.”

“Amen to that,” I laugh.

“Come over here, I’m almost done.”

I do as she says and walk over to her bedside. This is the closest I’ve been to her since she’s been awake and her sweet mango scent hits me so hard I just have to close my eyes and appreciate it.

“Here,” She says, handing me the clipboard.

I make it a point to make my hand linger against hers as I take the pen from her. I see the pulse in her neck jump and her scent gets thicker in the air.

Then something seems to shutter inside of her. It’s like I watch it happen in her eyes in real-time. She pulls away and leans back against the pillows.

I quickly sign all the things I have to sign.

“I’m gonna go drop this off and get a nurse to help you get discharged,” I say to her.

She just nods, not meeting my eyes.

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