There is Beauty in Chaos [ dnf ]

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*Next day*

 George tossed and turned as he tried to stay asleep but couldn't. He then throws the covers off of himself. 

Why am I so hot?  

While rubbing his eyes he sits up. But out of no where, he gets a sudden pain in his lower abdomen. "You got to be fucking kidding me", he whines as he held onto his stomach.  

He lays back down, staring at the ceiling. 

Whyy now?  

He sighs as he was getting out of bed. He walks over to his dresser, digging around into to find a certain pill bottle. 

Heat suppressing pills 

George opens the bottle and goes to dump some into his hand. But when he does so, nothing came out. 

"No no" 

He shakes the bottle more as if it will somehow magically get pills out of it. He throws the bottle on the ground out of frustration then goes to flop down on his bed again.  

Just great. 

He groans as he reaches for his phone that was on the bedside table, dialing a number. It only took a couple of rings for the person to answer. 

"Hello?", they say. 

"Hey Karl.." 

"Hi George, what's up?" 

"Nothing...look can you tell Paul that I won't be able to make it in today" 

"Wait why? Did something happen" 

"No nothing happened it's just that the hex came back" 

"The hex? ohh. Don't you have your pills?" 

Karl was the only one who knew that George was omega. He was the one who was always willing to help the brunette during his "problems". 

"I thought I did but I forgot to buy new ones after my last heat" 

"Oh okay. Well I hope you feel alright. Try not to do too much" 

"Wasn't planning on it...thanks Karl" 

"Yeah of course! I'll just tell him you got sick again" 

"Okay, bye Karl" 

"Bye George" 

And just like that, the call ended. 

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Oh how George hated these days in his life. Having to feel hot and disgusting for hours on end. It even made him think about scenarios he wished he never thought about.  

He also would sometimes impulsively grab all the blankets and pillows he owned, bringing them to his bed then making some sort of "nest" for himself.  Which is something that omegas do to feel comfort and safety. 

Who knows the amount of times he had to reposition himself because he felt uncomfortable. Suddenly his phone rings which causes him to jump. 

Karl? Why is he calling me? 

George brings his phone to his ear once he answered. 

"George" 

"Yeah?" 

"So umm how to I put this. Paul wants you to come down to the bar" 

"W-Why? For what, I thought you told him I was sick"