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by Mama1Inko1

by Mama1Inko1

Izuku's "sickness," as Netio so dismissively called it, had only worsened over time. The nausea no longer came in waves—it was a constant, unyielding force that drained the life out of him. His skin, once flushed with the vibrant energy of youth, had grown pale and clammy, and his freckled face now seemed hollow, worn down by the relentless discomfort.

Soon, the change became too noticeable for even Netio's mistresses to ignore. At first, they would come over, lounging in their usual places, casting the occasional glance at Izuku as though he were an inconvenience. But as Izuku's condition worsened, whispers began to spread. The women, once eager to bask in Netio's attention, started to pull away, muttering about the "sickness" that seemed to consume the green-haired boy. They feared it was contagious, that it would somehow infect them, stealing away their beauty and health. One by one, they stopped coming over, leaving Netio's once lively home eerily quiet.

Netio, far from being concerned for Izuku's health, only grew angrier. His irritation boiled over, fueled by the absence of his mistresses, whose company he valued far more than the well-being of his ailing partner. To him, Izuku's condition was nothing but a nuisance—a disruption to his carefully curated life of pleasure and indulgence.

One evening, after yet another outburst of frustration, Netio had finally had enough. He could no longer stand the sight of the weakened, freckled boy who had become an unwanted burden. In a fit of rage, he grabbed Izuku without so much as a second thought, dragging him to the car with cold indifference.

"You're ruining everything," Netio spat, his voice dripping with venom as he pushed the omega into the passenger seat. The drive to the hospital was silent, save for the sound of the engine and the tension that thickened the air between them.

When they arrived, Netio barely stopped the car before he ordered Izuku out, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "You're someone else's problem now."

With those cold words, he left the freckled boy standing at the hospital entrance, his heart shattered, his body weakened, and the last remnants of hope slipping away into the night as Netio's car disappeared from view.

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The omega, weak and barely able to stand, dragged himself through the entrance of the hospital, each step feeling heavier than the last. His vision blurred slightly, and the sterile lights above seemed harsh against his pale skin. His body trembled from exhaustion, but he forced himself to sit in the waiting area, silently hoping someone would notice him soon.

Time stretched on endlessly as he sat there, the bustling sounds of the hospital blending into a distant hum. People came and went, but Izuku remained, slumped in his seat, his body wracked with pain. He waited, his breath shallow, his hands clenched tightly in his lap as the nausea twisted inside him like a cruel, unrelenting storm.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and just when he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, a nurse finally approached. Her eyes softened when she saw the state he was in, noticing the way his body was curled in on itself as though trying to shield itself from the agony.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked gently, kneeling beside him. She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, her touch warm and filled with concern. Izuku, too weak to respond immediately, just shook his head slightly. The nurse, now fully aware of how much pain he was in, quickly called for a check-up, her voice calm but urgent."Let's get you taken care of," she whispered her words a small comfort amid his suffering.---604 words