In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

23. Omega Drop ( pt6 )

The morning light crept into the room, casting soft shadows on the walls. Kim hadn’t moved from the bed, his arms still wrapped protectively around Porchay.

His voice was hoarse, worn from hours of speaking, but he hadn’t stopped. He whispered apologies, confessions, and stories into the quiet room, hoping against hope that something—anything—would reach Porchay to make him talk.

The door creaked open, and the doctor stepped inside, his clipboard in hand. Kim’s head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with exhaustion.

“How is he?” Kim croaked, his voice raw with desperation. “Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”

The doctor approached the bed, checking Porchay’s vitals with practiced efficiency. His expression remained professional, though a trace of concern lingered in his eyes.

“Omega Drop is a critical state, Khun Kim,” the doctor began, his tone low and steady. “It occurs when an Omega’s body experiences severe trauma, emotional or physical, and their system shuts down to protect itself.—

Porchay’s drop was exacerbated by the absence of his mate and the stress he’s endured.”

Kim’s jaw tightened, guilt clawing at his chest. “And… Alpha Rage?” he asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Alpha Rage is a heightened state of aggression triggered by an Alpha’s instinct to protect their mate. You’ve been suppressing it because you’re focused on keeping Porchay stable, but that tension is still there, simmering under the surface.”

Kim looked down at Porchay, brushing his fingers against the Omega’s pale cheek. “How much longer will this take? How much more time does he need?”

“Kim,” he began, his tone steady but heavy, “If you hadn’t been here stabilizing him, he…” The doctor hesitated, swallowing hard. “He wouldn’t have made it through the night.”

Kim’s heart twisted painfully. He looked down at Porchay, at the pale face that had once been so full of life and joy. “So what do I do?” he asked, his voice shaking. “How do I fix this?”

The doctor sighed, glancing briefly at his clipboard. “You’re doing what you can. Your presence, your pheromones, your warmth—it’s helping him hold on. But Kim…” He hesitated, meeting Kim’s hollow gaze. “You need to prepare yourself. If he doesn’t wake up soon, his body might not be able to recover.”

Kim’s breath hitched, and his hands tightened protectively around Porchay’s body. “No,” he whispered fiercely. “He’s not going anywhere. I won’t let him.”

The doctor nodded solemnly. “Keep talking to him. He can hear you, even if he can’t respond. Remind him why he needs to come back.”

Kim stayed silent as the doctor left, the door clicking softly shut behind him.
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The hours dragged on. The day passed in a haze, with Kim refusing to eat or leave Porchay’s side. Tankhun stormed into the room at one point, his anger palpable.

“I know you screwed up,” Tankhun snapped, glaring at Kim. “Nong he... If he doesn’t wake up—”

“I know,” Kim interrupted, his voice hollow but resolute. “I know, Tankhun.”

Tankhun’s anger faltered as he looked at the man before him. Kim was a shadow of his usual self—his hair disheveled, his eyes haunted, and his body slumped with exhaustion.

And yet, despite it all, he kept talking to Porchay, his words filled with regret and love.

“I told him I loved him,” Kim murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I told him everything I should have said before. I just… I need him to hear me. I need him to come back.”

He stepped closer, his voice softer but no less cutting. “Do you think that’s enough? Words? Apologies? You broke him, Kim. And now you’re expecting him to just… forgive you?”

Kim’s shoulders trembled, but he didn’t turn away from Porchay. “I don’t expect forgiveness,” he whispered. “I don’t deserve it. But I’ll do anything to bring him back. Even if he hates me for the rest of his life, I just… I need him to live.”

Tankhun stared at him for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh. “You’re a mess,” he muttered, setting down the tray of food he’d brought. “Eat something. You’re no use to him like this.”

Kim didn’t respond, his focus entirely on Porchay. After a moment, Tankhun shook his head and left, muttering under his breath about stubborn Alphas and their ridiculous pride.
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Night fell again, and the room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Kim had barely moved, his arms still wrapped tightly around Porchay as he continued to murmur softly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Porchay’s cold hair. “I’m sorry for all the times I pushed you away, for all the things I never said. You’re… you’re everything to me, Chay. My everything.”

The door opened quietly, and Kinn stepped inside. His presence was hesitant, his movements careful as he approached. “I just wanted to check on him,” Kinn said softly, his voice breaking the silence. “Porsche’s been asking—”

The growl that tore from Kim’s throat was low and feral, filled with unrestrained aggression. His head snapped up, his eyes flashing with warning as he bared his teeth at his brother.

Kinn froze, his Alpha instincts flaring in response to the challenge. He raised his hands slowly, stepping back with deliberate caution. “I’m not here to fight, Kim. I just wanted to see how he was.”

Kim’s breathing was heavy, his body tense as he shielded Porchay from Kinn’s gaze. “Leave,” he snarled, his voice laced with menace. “No Alpha.”

Kinn hesitated for a moment before nodding and backing out of the room. He paused at the door, his expression conflicted. “Take care of him,” he said quietly, then slipped away.

As the door clicked shut, Kim’s body relaxed slightly, though the tension didn’t fully leave him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Porchay’s forehead. “It’s just us, little Omega,” he murmured.

And so, Kim stayed by Porchay’s side, holding him close, His tears fell silently, soaking into the blanket.