Page 38 of Omega's Flight
Bram and Adelaide came back into the room. "We're going to move you next door. It's a better room for longer stays and we've moved a TV into it." They'd rolled in a wheelchair with them and, with Cas's help, they got me down off the bed and into the chair without any problems at all.
Probably because my body was saving all the problems for later.
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T he new room was smaller, but it had a window that looked out over the park. I could see the fire burning near the edge and occasional people walking near it. For a moment, I felt an urge to just get up out of the bed, get dressed, and go down to the fire and pretend nothing was wrong. Then my womb cramped again, worse this time, and I forgot all about that silly fantasy.
Cas, Medeina bless him, stayed by my side, though I couldn't imagine why, except that he was the Alpha's brother and maybe he'd been told to watch out for me while they figured out how to deal with my sudden appearance. Even when Bax came, bearing a small basket filled with food stolen from the festivities, he simply stood up to offer his packbrother the chair, then lounged by the window, keeping an eye on me and on the party below in turn.
"How are you feeling?" Bax said as he unpacked the food. "I don't know how hungry you are. Have you stopped throwing up?"
I gaped at him in startled realization. "Yes, I have." Whatever Adelaide had given me must have worked. And then I had a terrible thought and I looked wildly around for Bram. "It didn't have anything to do with..." I whispered, horrified, and laid a hand over my cramping womb.
Bram looked up from sorting a pile of folded sheets. "What?" He paused for a moment then his eyes widened. "Oh, no. No, no, no, it doesn't do that. It's just something that Adelaide was able to get in, they use it with humans for when they can't stop throwing up. She wasn't sure it would work for us, because it's a lot like something else that doesn't work at all." He smiled and came over to pat my arm. "I know this isn't a happy time, but thank you for letting us know that this works."
I grimaced and Bax shooed him firmly away with a hint of a snarl in his voice. Bram sniffed and went back to his sorting.
Bax pulled one of those rolling tables over and laid out the food. "Here, see what you can keep down." He didn't say it out loud, but I could almost hear it anyway. You'll need your strength. I sighed, and pulled one of the plates toward me.
"Try the meatballs first," Cas suggested from the window. I glanced over at him and from behind me heard Bax's muffled snort of laughter.
"Cas loves the meatballs. Don't let him see what's in the green container with the pears on it either," came Bax's whispered advice.
I couldn't help it. My eyes flicked toward the tins stacked on the rolling table. A small round tin with chipped green paint sat on top of a pile of similar tins. The cover had been painted many years ago, and now the juicy ripe pears that decorated it had faded almost to white. Quickly, I tore my eyes away, but not before my interest had caught Cas's.
"Is that Holly's cookies?" he asked in a tone that was just a little too casual to actually be casual.
I'd never seen Bax move that fast in my life, but his hand flashed out and the tin disappeared in a blur of movement that left me open-mouthed, and Bram laughing so hard tears had started to roll down his cheeks. "Not for you," Bax said firmly, and hid the tin behind his back. "These are for Raleigh."
Cas eyed him like a wolf considering whether he was hungry enough to chase down another rabbit, then subsided against the window frame again, his hands thrust casually into his pockets. "You're lucky I'm a well-mannered alpha," he joked.
"You're lucky your brothers aren't here," Bax retorted.
"You know that would mean fighting all three of us off, right?"
"Only if Abel wanted to sleep in Fan's room," Bax muttered, but I noticed that he didn't put the tin back.
Bram came to look over the food. "The meatballs might be a bit hard on your stomach. Try one, but slowly. Actually, you should do all of it slowly." He checked the tube running from the plastic bag beside me and nodded to himself. "How's your pain?"
I stopped poking at the meatball with my fork and ran my hand down my belly again. "Okay. Not as bad as labor."
He nodded and leaned in to tuck my sheets more neatly around my legs. "You can have painkillers, if you want. And Adelaide's going to want to check your omega line in a while." More quietly, he added, "Do you want the alpha out of the room?"
Blood rushed up to my cheeks. "I dunno. Maybe?"
He nodded and straightened up. "Let me know. For now, eat what interests you and don't rush. Whatever's left over we can pack up for you to take home." He started to step away from my bed, but I reached out to stop him with a hand on his wrist.
"How long?" I'd never been around for a miscarriage, mostly because there just weren't that many male omegas in either of my packs.
"Does it take?" he said after a tense moment. "I think it's different for everyone. Adelaide will know."
I nodded unhappily and went back to decimating the meatball. My appetite had disappeared again and all the wonderful smells coming from the plates couldn't reawaken it, it seemed.
Bax set the tin carefully back on my table. "Cas? Could you tell Abel that I'm going to stay here tonight and ask him to bring over a change of clothes?"
The alpha in the window nodded and stood straight. "Anything in particular you want?"
"He'll know. And can he send the bag with the books in it, from in the top drawer of my dresser?"
