In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

22. Omega Drop ( pt5 )

The doctor cleared his throat, his authoritative voice cutting through the rising tension in the room.

"Everyone needs to leave," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. His gaze moved sharply from Porsche to Tankhun to the rest of the group standing frozen in worry and disbelief.

“Porchay’s Omega system is shutting down. The only chance we have now is for his mate to stabilize him. Kim, you need to stay and… warm him up.”

The weight of his words fell like a hammer.

Porsche’s voice erupted, raw and furious. “What?!” He stepped closer to Porchay’s bed, his body shielding his brother instinctively. “You expect us to trust him after everything he’s done? After he—”

The doctor raised a hand to silence him, his face grim but steady. “This isn’t about trust. This is about survival. Porchay’s body is rejecting the IV, and his core temperature is dropping dangerously low. His mate’s proximity, warmth, and pheromones are his best shot. If you all stay, it will only make things worse.”

Tankhun scoffed, his face twisted in disdain as he glared at Kim. “You better pray this works, Kim,” he hissed, venom dripping from every word. “If anything happens to him—”

“Enough!” the doctor snapped, his patience wearing thin. “We don’t have time for this. Out. All of you.”

Porsche hesitated, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His Omega instincts screamed at him to stay, to protect, to shield his brother from harm. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he turned to Kim, his voice shaking.

“If you hurt him… If he doesn’t make it…” He choked on the words, his emotions threatening to spill over. “I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

Kim, standing stiff and silent, finally looked up. His eyes, dark and shadowed, locked with Porsche’s.

“I won’t hurt him,” he said softly, his voice cracking under the weight of guilt and desperation. “I won’t let him slip away. Not again.”

Porsche’s resolve faltered as Porchay’s shallow breaths filled the room. With a strangled sob, he turned and stormed out, Tankhun following with a muttered curse.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Kim alone with Porchay’s pale, trembling form.

The room fell into suffocating silence. Kim stared down at Porchay, his throat tightening as he took in the sight of his mate.

His once vibrant Omega looked so fragile now, his skin sickly pale and clammy, his breaths barely audible.

“I’m so sorry, Chay,” Kim whispered, his voice breaking. He reached out a trembling hand, brushing a strand of damp hair away from Porchay’s forehead.

His touch lingered, his fingers cold compared to the warmth Porchay so desperately needed. “This is all my fault… If I hadn’t been so blind, so selfish…”

But apologies wouldn’t save Porchay now. Kim knew that. He inhaled sharply, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed beside his mate.

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before gently pulling Porchay into his arms.

Like once he held him before everything.

The Omega’s body was ice-cold against his, a stark reminder of how close they were to losing him.

Kim wrapped his arms around him tightly, pulling the blanket over them both, cocooning them in as much warmth as he could provide.

His lips brushed against Porchay’s temple as he began to murmur softly.

“Shhh, little Omega,” Kim crooned, his voice low and trembling. “Sweet little thing, don’t worry. I’m here. I’ve got you. Pretty, perfect Omega, I’m not leaving you again. We’ll get through this, okay? Just… stay with me. Please.”

His pheromones surged instinctively, filling the room with a heady scent of safety and protection.

It was a desperate attempt to coax Porchay’s failing body back, to remind him that his mate was here, fighting for him.

Kim buried his face in Porchay’s hair, the tears he had been holding back finally spilling over.

“You have to fight, Chay. You have to stay. I can’t lose you… not now. Not when I finally—” His voice cracked, the words choking him. “Not when I finally realized how much you mean to me.”

Hours passed, the sun dipping below the horizon and painting the room in soft twilight. Kim continued to talk, his voice hoarse but steady.

He murmured stories of their past, moments they shared, things he should have said but never did.

“I’ve always loved you,” Kim admitted quietly, his arms tightening around Porchay’s frail frame.

“Even when I was too proud, too scared to say it. I was a coward, Chay. But not anymore. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

As the night deepened, Kim felt the faintest twitch against his chest. He froze, his breath catching as cool fingers curled weakly into his shirt. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped Porchay’s lips before he went still again.

Kim’s heart leapt. “Chay?” he whispered, his voice trembling with hope. “Chay, can you hear me?”

There was no answer, but the fragile grip on his shirt didn’t loosen. Kim pressed his forehead to Porchay’s, his tears mingling with the Omega’s cold skin.

Kim’s tears spilled over as he pressed a trembling kiss to Porchay’s lips, the softest brush of skin against skin. “You’re here,” Kim murmured, his voice breaking. “You’re still here.”

Kim continued to press soft kisses to Porchay’s face, his temple, his hair. Each kiss was a promise, a plea, a reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere. “I love you,” he whispered over and over, his voice breaking with every word. “I love you, Chay. I love you so much.”

“My Omega,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Sweet little one… hold on to me. As tight as you need. I’m never letting you go again.”

He didn’t sleep that night, nor did he loosen his hold. Instead, he stayed there, whispering promises, apologies, and reassurances into the darkness, praying with every beat of his heart that Porchay would fully come back to him.