I'm dead without you (omegaverse)

From the concrete of the big city to the green hills of the country.

Knightsbridge, London.

"How is it, Dorian? Do you need any help?"

"No, it's fine Dad. I'll be right there, just give me a minute," Dorian said, wiping his mouth with a piece of paper and flushing it down.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the toilet and had vomited once again. He had lost count of how many times he had thrown up. Just outside the door stood his parents and Lucas. He had heard the anguish in his dad's voice, and it made him hate himself even more. He didn't want them to worry about him. He felt annoyed that his brother had called their parents but better them than Finian. Finian could never know about this!

Dorian didn't want to leave the bathroom, so he sat there on the floor longer than he had to. His head rested on the toilet seat, and his eyes were closed. According to the doctor, the reason he was ill was because of all the suppressants he had taken lately. Dorian's body wasn't used to that kind of drug, so now his body reacted like he had been poisoned.

The blond man couldn't remember everything that had happened after running to his office, only that the omega was all he could think of. He could remember that he had masturbated more times than ever before. Dorian still wanted the omega, even though he couldn't feel the pheromones anymore. It was a strange feeling, too long for someone you hadn't even talked to. And when he thought of the lovely scent of flowers that reminded him of spring, Dorian's cock twisted excitedly in his boxers. But, it also hurt so much that the thought of ever touching it again made him shudder with discomfort.

Lucas and his two fathers had brought him to his parents' home and immediately called their family doctor. Doctor Jonah Greene had told them to give Dorian a shower to wash away the scent from the omega's pheromones and change his clothes. After the doctor examined Dorian, he received a NaCI injection and some painkillers for that splitting headache he had.

"Dorian, Sweetheart, the doctor needs to talk to you. Are you able to get out of the bathroom by yourself?" His father asked.

Keith McCallister's sad voice almost had Dorian break out in tears. He got up on a pair of shaky legs and opened the door. Dorian didn't want to make his parents more worried than necessary. Dorian's blond, tall father, held his arm around his shorter husband's shoulders. Their faces were filled with worry. Dorian forced a smile, trying to calm them, and turned to the bed where Lucas and the doctor were standing. Dorian walked toward them and lay down on the bed. He felt exhausted, and his stomach hurt.

"I need to talk to Dorian alone," Dr Greene said in his calm Welsh accent.

He was an older man, sixty years old, and had grey, short hair. He was a beta with a brilliant mind and a lot of compassion.

Dorian's two fathers and his little brother reluctantly left the room. As the door closed behind them, the older man stood beside Dorian. He had a very serious expression on his face.

"It will take some time before we get your result from the tests we took, but as you already know, you have been injected with far too many suppressants. Your body is not used to it, and you have received several large doses in a short amount of time. You can't take any more suppressants because it will lead to severe poisoning."

Dr Greene took out a yellow, narrow plastic strip from his front pocket and gave it to Dorian.

"Put this on your wrist. It shows paramedics that you are sensitive to suppressants, and they shouldn't give it to you. Even if you go into a rut."

Dorian took the band and looked at it for a moment before putting it around his wrist. Then Dorian looked at the doctor and took a deep breath to strengthen himself before he talked.