Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 150 - 148 | Sunshine Princess

Chapter 150: 148 | Sunshine Princess

Blue opened his eyes to bright lights on a white ceiling. His entire body felt numb. Memory of someone telling him that they were gonna place him on anaesthetic flashed through his mind.

The memory was followed by one where Winter was holding his hand and crying. Apart from that, Blue couldn’t remember much.

He couldn’t even remember why he was in a hospital in the first place. His brain was all fuzzy.

"Winter..." Blue called out reflexively. He turned around on the bed and held his stomach as he called out again, "Winter? Where are you?"

Just then, the door to the hospital room Blue was inside opened up. It was not who he was expecting. Instead of Winter, a young slim man walked into the office, wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard in his left hand.

"You’re awake," the man said as a statement as he walked deeper into the room. "I’m Doctor Henry. Nice to meet you in your conscious state."

Blue didn’t respond to the doctor’s greeting which sounded perfunctory with no kind intent.

Doctor Henry examined Blue with his eyes and penned something down on the clipboard he was holding while he said, "I’ve already briefed your alpha on your current state. I’ve been waiting for the anesthesia to dull down so we could have a talk."

After the doctor said this, he put away the clipboard and placed the pen he used to write on a pocket in his lab coat. Then he pulled over a nearby stool and sat on it.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, his voice devoid of actual concern. It was just like he was asking the question for formal and obligatory purposes.

"I don’t know. I feel numb and weird," Blue croaked out in response as he tried to sit up.

Doctor Henry helped him settle in a sitting position on the bed.

"Weird, how?" Doctor Henry asked before settling on the stool once again.

"I don’t know. I just feel weird," Blue’s words came out sharper than intended even though his voice was weak and hoarse.

"I understand. You feel weird, alright," Doctor Henry nodded, then said, "Do you have any feeling on the back of your neck? Your response will determine whether to let the pheromone isolator remain on your neck or to remove it and observe your symptoms."

It was only after the doctor said that that Blue actually felt some feeling at the back of his neck. It felt like it was being clamped there and he couldn’t even move his head well.

What the fuck? Who put a pheromone isolator on the back of his neck? Blue hated this stuff.

It restrained pheromones from being released from the glands at the back of an omega’s neck. It was also a substitute for temporary marks as they regulated pheromone balance in the body and accounted for other stuff.

Though they were helpful in ways, they were uncomfortable as fuck.

Exhibit A: Blue couldn’t nod or shake his head.

Exhibit B: It was itchy as hell. Blue couldn’t even scratch his neck because the pheromone isolator was made of plastic and stuck to the back of one’s neck unless scraped out professionally.

Since Blue didn’t like wearing them, he was not a professional at scraping them out.

"Remove it. It’s annoying," Blue spoke with an irritated tone, color returning to his voice and facial structure.

The anesthetic had even worn off completely as Blue regained senses to other parts of his body.

"That annoying thing saved your life. I was told by my colleague that on your last appointment done in this hospital, you were advised to stay away from stress and overthinking due to having pheromone disorder while pregnant,"

"It’s quite obvious that you didn’t listen to the advice. Mr. Kent, do you know that you almost killed the fetus in your stomach as well as your own self in the process?" Doctor Henry spoke with a strict tone.

Blue didn’t respond. His hand unconsciously wrapped around his stomach.

"How?" he asked with an incredulous tone.

The doctor responded immediately without hesitation, finding a footing in being strict, "You must have over thought and stressed too much, causing a pheromone imbalance in your body, stirring up your disorder. Your pheromones began working to find an outlet from your body when your glands acted in its usual disorderly fashion,"

"I’m sure you were told that having a child would be great for your pheromone disorder. But that only counts for the later stages of pregnancy. As for now, all your irregular pheromone outburst would attack the child and kill him in the process,"

"It’s only in the later stages that your child would be able to fight against your pheromones and even absorb them to help you. Mr. Kent, you really toyed with your life yesterday." Doctor Henry picked his clipboard once again.

Blue’s heartbeat raced. Toyed with whose life?

Blue hadn’t thought that his child would be in danger just because he had a disagreement with Winter.

"I’m sorry," Blue whispered.

Of course, he wasn’t talking to Doctor Henry but to his own child in his stomach whom he had put at risk.

"I’m so sorry," Blue tightened his grip on his stomach as he said again.

"But things are okay for now. We were able to get your pheromones in check by letting your alpha mark you while you were unconscious and also insert that pheromone isolator at the back of your neck. Hope you have no problem with our means of solution?" Doctor Henry spoke without pausing.

"Temporary mark?" Blue questioned before any other thing.

"Yes," Doctor Henry replied, his tone indicating that he found Blue’s question irrelevant to what they were discussing.

"Okay," Blue said with satisfaction. For a second, he’d feared that Winter might have permanently marked him.

"The point of this discussion now, before I call in your relatives, is that you should prioritize your health and your mental state especially during this time of your pregnancy,"

"I’m familiar with your kind of person, and I advise you to calm down and relax most of the time. Overthinking never helps." Doctor Henry said in finality.

Blue nodded silently, not having anything to counter the doctor’s words with.

Doctor Henry left, and soon after that, Winter walked into the hospital room. His eyes were red and puffy. His hair was also disheveled, and he swept his feet inside the room, looking lifeless.

"Winter..." Blue called out, a smile made its way to his lips unconsciously.

Just by hearing that, it was as though Winter’s body was pumped with adrenaline, causing him to fly towards Blue’s bed and stand by the side of it.

"How are you? Are you hurt anywhere? Is everything okay? How are you feeling now? Can you see me? Can you..." Winter’s questions were endless, and Blue chose to tune out the rest of his words.

"I’m okay," Blue said, bringing Winter’s rant to a stop.

"That’s good. That’s really good." As Winter spoke with a joyful tone, tears threatened to spill out from his eyes.

Thankfully, Blue had regained control of his limbs and was able to reach for Winter’s face and cup his cheek. The action triggered a memory.

Winter had held his cheek this way and reassured him many times that he was right here with him. When did that happen? Blue thought.

"Don’t cry. Sunshine Princesses aren’t meant to cry," Blue teased Winter, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

Winter sniffled, then grabbed Blue’s hand and covered it with his own. It took a second for Blue’s words to register in his head before he laughed, which ended up sounding like a snort.

"Don’t you mean Prince?" Winter countered.

Blue shook his head and said, "No, I don’t."

Winter looked at Blue like he had a thousand words to say to him. Blue looked at Winter like he had a thousand more words to say.

But none of them said anything. Instead, Winter wrapped his arms around Blue’s body. Blue did the same thing, letting Winter trap him in a tight hug.

Winter rested his chin against Blue’s hair as they hugged, kissing and sniffing it like a lunatic. He held Blue for such a long time that he even began to cry without knowing.

Author has something to say: Sorry I didn’t update yesterday guys. My asthma flared up once again and I was back at the hospital.

Still there now since I’m under observation and whatnot. The atmosphere here is so depressing. I’ve cried like 4 times it’s not even funny.

Seen so many things. And gosh, some, I’m not gonna say all, doctors are awful. I feel like channeling everything I’ve experienced these past few days into a clinical scene in whatever story I’m going to write.

It’s just... I’m not even gonna talk about it anymore. Like I said, it’s depressing. And I’m at the ER. Main venue for all things trauma.

That’s all I have to say for now. I think I’ll get discharged tomorrow afternoon (hope so). After that, no more hospitals (till I start my preclinicals). Bye, guys!