I see past your walls

Part 3

It was a noisy, white corridor with a strong disinfectant and sterilized smell. On one of the blue chairs, a brown-haired young boy sat, looking down at the white floor, with the slightest black sand-corn-sized dots scattered around the floorboards. Sitting with his arms leaned against his legs, slightly leaning, and his head turned towards the floor. His palms were sweaty, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

He clenched his two hands into one fist, intertwining them. His throat felt dry, and his stomach felt off. He couldn't let the ominous feeling in his abdomen go, no matter how many times he splashed water on his face.

He could hear children crying in the distance and coughing sounds from his right. Lance tried to tell himself not to be nervous, that there wasn't anything to worry about; everyone in his family was an alpha, well, at least the ones they could test. Silvio and Nadia were far too small; they had to wait until they were at least 18 years old to check their secondary gender, just as he was about to do right now.

Lance sighed as he leaned back in his chair, changing from staring at the floor to the ceiling. He let his hands fall gently to his side as he took a few calming breaths. Not that they had any major effect.

Lance had watched at least 10 other individuals properly in his age go into a red door, then come back out, getting hugged if they had anyone with them or just walking down the hallway if not. Most of them looked happy, one or two disappointed.

Suddenly, outbursts of joy got his attention as a guy, probably 18 (as that was when you could check your secondary gender), practically jumped out of the red door, holding a piece of paper as all the people before him had. Lance heard the male cheer, "I'm an alpha, I'm an alpha," over and over again.

Shortly after, a man walked out of the red door, visibly older. He was wearing the signature doctor coat and looked down at a paper. Before he raised his gaze, scanned the waiting area and called, "Is Lance Mcclain here?" Hearing his own name, Lance froze for a moment before hesitantly getting up.

"Here," he stated in a far too meager voice.

The doctor looked at him and smiled, gesturing for Lance to follow him. As soon as the teenager had walked close enough, the doctor reached out his hand, and they both greeted each other. Promptly after, Lance got his name: Dr. John Pepper.

Lance was led into the room behind the red door which had a few things in it. The first thing Lance saw was the hospital bed, close to it was some kind of device, probably some kind of reader. The bed was located in the right corner, and in the middle of the room was a desk with a computer. Along the walls that didn't have some kind of equipment was a small bookshelf, a cabinet that Lance presumed was medical, and he also saw a few plants and a small window located very high up, suitable to not make people uncomfortable if they had to lower their pants or lift their shirt.

Lance stayed still for a moment before he sat down on the chair before the desk. Dr. John Pepper walked around and sat down on the computer side. He asked a few quick questions as he typed into the computer.

"So Lance, have you experienced any nausea lately? Or any stomach aches?"

"Well, I guess my stomach hasn't been really agreeing with me these last few weeks leading up to my birthday."

"I see, so have you been able to pick up any pheromones?"

"No, not yet anyway. Everything smells the same; I haven't experienced any detailed information about a person's smell or anything like that."

"Good, now please stand up, and I will gently press on your lower abdomen. Then I want you to lay down on the bed. I will then take a little of your blood as I connect you with the machines beside the bed."

The doctor proceeded as he had told, and Lance followed his directions, feeling slightly awkward that someone was pressing his stomach, seemingly checking for anything.

It took maybe 10 minutes before the doctor gave his diagnosis, and a smile appeared on his face. "You can get out of bed. The test is over, and I hope it wasn't that bad of a test," the doctor continued to smile as Lance jumped down, looking expectantly at the paper that was in the process of being printed.

"Looking at your chart, I see that everyone in your family is an alpha, so let me tell you that this is rather rare."

"Um, what do you mean, Dr. Pepper? Am I not an alpha? So I'm a Beta then... Well, from a family of only alphas, I can understand why it would be strange, but is it really rare?"

"Well no, you're totally off the mark on this one. It's rare, happens maybe one in a million, but with your case since you're a boy, there's even a smaller chance. But your genetics have chosen this outcome, so congrats, you're an omega, Lance Mcclain. The uneasy stomach and the slightly swollen abdomen are side effects of your body changing to be able to bear children in the future. You will probably feel sharp nausea for the following days as well as increasing stomach aches. Usually, you won't be able to smell any pheromones until after your first heat, which will most likely start in a month from now. Since your family only consists of alphas, I'm going to direct you to an omega Center where you will be able to go when you're close to your heat, so you can stay there during the heat. It will also provide you with any information, and as you're still a minor until the day you turn 20, it will be free until then. I will provide you with an information page that will go into details of being an omega."

Lance just stared at the rambling Dr., barely able to follow along with his explanation. He felt sick like he could throw up at any time.

"But...that...can't be true....everyone in my family is an alpha; shouldn't I be one too?" Lance said, feeling his voice tremble as he spoke.

"Well, as I stated before, it's rare, very rare, but it does happen that genetics mutate as they have in your case. I take it you're not happy with the outcome?"

"Of course, I'm not happy with it! How could I! I'm a fucking omega, and everyone only thinks omegas are only good to breed! How the fuck can I be happy with it?! Maldición, trigo. ¡Cómo diablos puedo ser un maldito omega!" (Google translate, swearing and cursing about being an omega)

"Well, I can understand your concerns about the matter, but I can't do anything about this; you're stuck being an omega, and it's not changeable." Dr. John's previous smile had disappeared, and worry and concern were now pasted on his face.

"But you can suppress it; I don't want anyone knowing I'm an omega."

"Well, there are ways, but I wouldn't recommend them to someone as young as you; there could also be severe side effects."

They spoke for a bit after that, Lance getting all the information about the torrent methods to cover up his unwanted omega status. After a long conversation, Lance rose from his chair and thanked the doctor. He then left, every step feeling heavier than the next. He felt tears form in the corner of his eyes, which beckoned him to move faster. He hurried onto a nearby empty toilet and hid his folder of papers in the backpack he was carrying. As soon as the papers were hidden, he broke down in one of the toilet stalls. He cried his eyes out. He felt pain in his chest, he felt pain in his stomach, all he wanted was to crawl into his bed and forget about everything.

Now the question was how he would get away with lying to everyone he knew and loved...