"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~74~ "Scent."

~Noah~ (Smut- like lots of smut)
"How's the pain?" Rose asked, looking through her drawers as I stood in the infirmary, Michael sitting on one of the chairs behind me.

"Eh.. Fine in the morning when I take the pill, fucking awful at night though." I shrugged, she grabbed a roll of bandages from the drawer. Stepping over to me, she started to unwrap my old ones.

"When exactly does it start to hurt more?" She pulled the old bandages off, throwing them away.
I looked back at Michael, hoping he'd help me remember.

"Usually at around three he mentions pain— by 7 he can barely move it, and when we go to bed he says that touching it feels like getting shot over again." He explained, like it was a schedule already written down in his head.

Rose nodded, examining the wound as she cleaned it. "Thanks, used to be impossible to treat Noah cause he'd fuckin forget everything I told him to do." She glared at me, I rolled my eyes.

"I didn't forget, just didn't want to. Only difference is Michael forces me to do all this shit you tell me." I gestured back to Michael, who stood up and stepped towards me, holding my non-wounded arm against his chest and nuzzling his face in my shoulder.

"Well, at least someone appreciates my medical degree." She sighed, beginning to bandage me back up.

"We value you, Rose." Michael laughed, making a heart with his hands. "Value and appreciate." He teased.

"Thank you. You're my favourite, besides my wife." She finished bandaging me. I sighed as she put the bandages away back in the drawer, walking to her computer to update my medical file.

"Who's your least favourite?" Michael crooked an eyebrow, interlocking his fingers with mine as he leaned his head against my arm.

"Me." I snickered, looking down at him.

"Whaaat? Noo..." Rose smirked, glancing back at me.
"Anyway—" She shrugged.
"I'm gonna up your dosage of painkillers." She spoke, as if more to herself than us. "So- while you ween onto them.." She opened a drawer and grabbed the new bottle of painkillers, handing the bottle to me as I examined it. "You'll be very tired. I suggest taking a couple days off work because it's likely you'll be very tired." She smiled.

"Well- I'm gonna do a check up on this one before he takes these, so I don't get yelled at for breathing near you." She chuckled, grabbing Michael's arm and gently pulling him away from me as he chirped with surprise.
"How have you been feeling?"

"Way worse than with Willow." He sighed, "I'm throwing up for like an hour every morning- I'm too nauseous to eat most of the time, and anything I do eat I get sick." He sat down on the bed, watching as Rose grabbed a thermometer, gently holding his face still.

"Jesus- why didn't you tell me?" I crossed my arms.

"Didn't wanna bother you." He mumbled.

"Open your mouth." Rose asked him, he did as she asked, parting his lips so she could put the thermometer in his mouth. She waited a couple seconds before pulling it out and checking, "Slight fever, do you feel dizzy?"
He shrugged.

"Have you made a nest yet?"

"No, I haven't had enough stuff."

"Alright, some of your sickness might be caused by not having enough of your mate's scent around." She explained, "Go rest together for a couple of days and it should ease. Drink lots of water and make sure to keep trying to eat."

"But I keep throwing it up." He whined.

"Just eat little bits at a time."  She smiled, "Take these tonight at 10pm." She turned her attention back to me, referring to the pills.