The Teachers Secret (not edited)

Chapter Twenty-five

Third pov:
The doctor cleared his throat, standing in front of the sitting young alpha. Jin gazed up at him, all the doctor saw was a broken man, with so much hope, anger, sadness, and fatigue mixed up in the dark orbs. The doctor the let out a soft sigh through his nose, placing his hands behind his back. "My names Doctor Sehun, I took care of Namjoon last time, also giving Lisa some of his information to help out with the debate... Namjoon was still in his second gender form when he came in, based on the bruises and his wrists, he was raped, I did a DNA scan from the sperm, it matched to the officer that was recently arrested... luckily, Namjoon didn't tear like last time.... but he is also vastly underweight, lacking nutrition, both him and the pup are in very critical condition, and based on the syringe Dr. Taemin gave me, Namjoon was injected with a very high dose of Rohypnol. Have you heard of the drug Mr. Kim?" Jins jaw clenched, his mouth spazzing when he tried to speak, nodding as he took shaky breaths. Rubbing his face and tears burning in the corners of his puffy red eyes, clearing his throat.
"S-sedative drug...." the young alpha muttered out, getting a slow nod from the doctor. Who then finished speaking, "Yes, and is well known to be used on rape victims as well. From Dr. Taemins check up notes, Namjoon's blood pressure is very high, he wasn't eating enough, wasn't sleeping enough, verbally and physically abused, possibly in a high state of depression. Taemin even told me, he was having a panic attack during the debate, the police told me that the officers wouldn't let him use the restroom, forcing him stay put and quiet, while also teasing him. His heart rate increase, plus high stress levels, being injected with the saline diluted tablet, rohypnol, rushed through him easily. It put his body into shock, leading him into a death like coma. I don't know for how long though, but he is on life support, barely even here at this moment. I would take the pup out by c-section, but it's took risky for how much blood he's already lost from his wrists injury. Neither of them wouldn't survive through the surgery, Namjoon would die from blood loss and the pup would die from being born too early, being barely seven months and weighing three and a half pounds in the womb. But so far, there is no damage done and they are both fighters for sure. But we haft to monitor both the carrier and pup closely."
Jin didn't know how to think, feel, breath, happy that his pup and omega were ok, but the words 'life support' haunted him in many ways. "Can... can I s-see him?" He stuttered out, receiving a nod from the doctor, who gestured his head, as if saying 'follow me'. Jin slowly stood from his seat, walking past his parents that were fast asleep on the cushioned bench. Following behind the doctor, watching as he used his badged to unlock the double doors, that electrically opened them. Reading the many room numbers of the ICU, technically the CCU, the critical care unit, the one part of the hospital the young alpha though he'd would be in again. Not like this, his pregnant omega, in coma from an insensitive officer.
They came to a stop, the doctor opened the door the a room, letting the young alpha inside first. Jin slowly stepped into the room, his heart thumping and pulsing in his ear drums, as he made his way to the hospital bed. Where his omega laid, elevated up in a acute angle, a tube in his throat for breathing, attached to many machines. A chuff on his arm, that kept track of his blood pressure, a clip on his finger, for oxygen in his blood. Wires taped to his chest for his oxygen levels, body temperature, and heart rate. An elastic band wrapped around, below his belly, keeping track of the pups health. Jin counted at least four machines, adding on an IV bag.
Stepping up beside the bed, seeing the slow and steady rise of the omegas chest. The young alpha sniffled, his heart clenched, seeing how pale his omega still looked. Taking a shaky hand, running it through the dark, long, thick locks, his eyes traced down to the omegas wrists, wrapped in gauze, an IV tube on the back of the omegas thin hand, that had the clip on his forefinger. Jin takes his other hand, gracing his fingers into the omegas free hand, free of tubes, clips, only gauze present on the thin wrist. The omega was to thin, the young alpha was afraid he was going to break him. Holding the cold hand in his made gasp out a silent cry, trying to remember the last time the omegas hand was warm to the touch, but his skin still remained soft against the pads of his fingers.
Jin's eyes jumped to the bump on the omega, slowly moving his hand away from the soft, ice cold hand, tracing his finger tips against the bump and pressing his palm down against it. He then broke down crying, for what felt like the millionth time in the span of nearly four months, feeling the pup kick his palm. Jin pecked a salty, wet kiss on the omegas temple, then on the bump, then another on the temple. He sucked in a sharp breath, "Please don't leave me Namjoon, please.... fight for me baby, please..."