Over the Edge

Chapter 5

Chan's POV

"Is there really nothing else that can be done?" The pack alpha stepped closer to the doctor, concern etched onto his features despite the agitation he felt towards the whole situation at the beginning.

With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, the older man spoke in a soft tone, as if attempting to break devastating news to a loved one. He was barely more than a stranger to the omega. "Look, I'm surprised she's even still hanging on. Based on the potency of decay in her scent, I would have expected her body to shut down and her heart to give out already. Now, aside from the bruising and minor surface level injuries, she's physically fine. Her scans did show a history of various broken bones which would coincide with the possibility of abuse I mentioned earlier, but nothing more recent."

He glanced down at the papers in his hand as he went over their findings, the rest of the boys remaining silent as the listened on.

"Without valid records, I can't be certain, but she does have scarring from perineal trauma. This is common with childbirth but can be seen in other situations such as rape or forceful removal after being knotted. It doesn't seem recent either, it's fully healed and the scar appears somewhat faded."

The doctor glanced over to the unconscious omega, a frown pulling the corners of his lips down before looking back at him. Chan met his gaze, his concern for the girl having only grown as the man went over everything he found.

"It's clear she's been through a lot, but she's still fighting, or at least her omega is. There really isn't much I can do though unless she  can get out of this drop." He glanced back at her once more before heading to the door. "I'll be back to check on her."

With that, they were left alone and Chan turned back to look at the others. Their expressions varying between concern, some degree of hurt or anger, or Minho's stern look. It was clear his stance hadn't changed, that they needed to find someone else to care for her, that they weren't the right ones to do so, but-

"I can't just toss her to the side and hope someone else will help. I-"

Minho cut him off with a sharp look from his chair beside Felix's bed. "What should we do when schedules start up? When half of us have dance practice the majority of the day while the others have photo shoots or other events taking up their day?"

He wanted to chime in but the other alpha continued on, not giving him a moment to think or come up with a way for it to work.

"What happens to her when we go on tour? You really think she'll be fine getting on a plane and being crowded by all those people? He even told you she likely doesn't have long, to make her comfortable."

Minho stared him down, his expression holding all sorts of tension, clearly not liking his own words but pushing on anyway.

"What happens when we come home one day and find her body? I understand that you want to help, you have a big heart and I love you for that, but we need to find someone else who can give her the care she needs for however long she has left."

He hadn't noticed when exactly Minho had stood and made his way over to stand in front of him, his eyes had been a bit blurry so it was hard to tell, but his hands ended up being squeezed as the younger alpha spoke those final words. A sniffle came from him as he looked down at their joint hands, seeing droplets fall on them. One of his hands was let go, Minho's free hand coming up to rest against his cheek, his thumb brushing across to wipe away the tears he just noticed had been slipping from his eyes.

Holding his gaze with a serious expression, understanding clear in his eyes, Minho pulled him into his own form. The hand at his cheek moved to the back of his head as he guided his face into his neck, his other arm wrapping around him in a tight embrace.