Page 41 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
Somehow, I had to make it happen.
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Lowen
Everything was sort of blurry. That was how I knew it was a dream. And the fact that I was aware of this let me know it was aspecialdream. A prophetic one. Internally, I groaned.
Not another one.
I didn't have a lot of these dreams. Just enough to know that they never ended well. I could never dream of people winning the lotteries or of children finding puppies, no it had to be disasters and broken bones.
Not exactly things I wanted to see.
Still, there was no way to escape this. Ordinarily, I would have just leaned back, watched what my mind wanted to show me, and then tried to forget all about it again in the morning.
But everything was different when Zim was involved.
He was in a bed, in a hospital room. And he was pregnant.
How was this even happening? Was this the future? It had to be. But it couldn't be.
I had no more time to think about it before the scene changed.
A thousand thoughts flooded my mind all at once. When was this? Was the child mine? Was this the past or the future—no, it had to be the future. Itfeltlike the future.
But none of this could be right. How could Zim be pregnant? Zim wasn't even an omega.
Or was he?
No, he'd quite clearly said that he wasn't. He'd said it with just this little hint of regret in his voice that let Lowen know he was saying the truth.
Or the truth as he believed it.
But sometimes the truth we believed wasn't the truth at all. I'd spent years of my life not knowing that I was adopted, and then even longer not knowing where my powers came from. I'd only recently learned the secret of my birth.
Could there be secrets around Zim's birth as well?
I swallowed. None of that mattered now. Zim looked so pale, and he wasn't opening his eyes. What was wrong with him? I only wished I was corporeal while having these visions. I wanted to go to him, sit by his bed and stroke the hair out of his beautiful face.
The next moment, the scene changed. Like a piece of glass shattering in front of my face. I winced, as if the shards could cut me, even though they never had. I couldn't be hurt in this state. No, the person I had to worry about was my mate. He was still in bed, but in a different room now. The smell of antiseptic that had flooded my nose before was even stronger now. It was an unpleasant smell, one that was almost always connected to tragedies.
There couldn't be any tragedies involving Zim. I wouldn't allow it.
But for now, all I could do was watch.
Watch the doctor cut into my mate as he lay unconscious, all sorts of machines hooked up to him.
No!
Everything in me rebelled at the sight. I wanted to close my eyes, but at the same time, I couldn't look away. Zim was so white now, it was hard to tell his skin apart from the sheets. The heart monitor by side of the bed was still beating, but the pauses in between each sound grew longer.
Be strong, Zim. I don't know what's wrong with you, but you have to be strong. You can't die.
If he died in this vision...
No, he couldn't.
The scene changed again. I wasn't surprised. I only ever got glimpses of the future. Never the full story. What I was seeing tonight made a lot more sense than what I was usually shown, even though I didn't want it to. I didn't want to think about any of this happening, but I couldn't deny what I was seeing—what I was hearing. The heart monitor. The sound it made was a high-pitched monotonous beep now.
