Shades of Blue (Omegaverse BL)
Chapter 52 - 50 | Pheromone Disorder

Chapter 52: 50 | Pheromone Disorder

"Hello, is someone there?" A familiar male voice came from the outside of the restroom.

"Like this situation isn’t bad enough?" Blue said through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip on the slab.

Winter knocked again cautiously and said, "You’re in heat, aren’t you, Blue?"

Blue bit down on his lips. Winter was easily able to tell that he was the one inside the bathroom because he was the only one in Chestfield who knew the scent of Blue’s pheromones.

Even Adam, who was best friends with Blue, had never smelled the scent of Blue’s pheromones. Oliver, who was fortunate enough to be the one who spent Blue’s heat with him, was a Beta, and therefore had no sense of smell or effects of Blue’s pheromones.

"I’m not." Blue whispered to only his hearing.

He wasn’t in heat, truly. But for unknown reasons, all through the summer, his pheromones would begin to seep out from his glands and he would experience a brief heat-like experience.

However, it was an experience that was painful, in contrast to his heat, which was just an uncomfortable experience. The glands at the back of his neck would twist with pain at frequent intervals, and his entire body would feel as though it was working to kill him through his own pheromones.

Blue could only explain how he was feeling in these words—close to death.

"I’m not with any suppressants here. I’ll go get the school nurse. So just... stay here, okay?" Winter said from the other side of the door, and Blue heard retreating footsteps.

Blue sighed in relief that Winter was gone. But he wasn’t able to relax for long as the pain behind his neck intensified. Blue held himself tight, waiting the wave out.

After a period of time, his pheromones started to disperse from the restroom and the pain in his glands subsided. Blue was finally able to breathe properly.

He turned on the tap of the sink in front of him and washed his face a couple of times. Then he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"I’m fine." He said to himself. "Hopefully." He added.

Then, he turned his back to the mirror, trying to take a peak of his glands as he rolled down the collars of his turtleneck. However, he couldn’t get a good look at it.

If he could, he would have been able to see that the back of his neck, where his glands were located, was a ghastly shade of red and swollen in an unhealthy manner.

Blue quit trying to check his neck, rolling up his turtleneck and arranging his things back into his bag to leave the restroom. Just as he was about to walk out, someone came in a rushed manner.

Blue saw that the person was wearing a nurse’s uniform. And a few feet behind the nurse was Winter, looking away from the entrance of the restroom as though he was protecting his eyes from viewing the scene.

"I brought some—"

"I’m fine." Blue cut off the nurse before she was able to complete her sentence, then bumped shoulders with her and walked away hastily, leaving the nurse and Winter utterly confused.

Winter didn’t even know how to call Blue back as Blue had already vanished from his peripheral vision.

"I thought you said he was in heat..." The nurse trailed off, taking in the scene and only being able to sense a subtle hint of pheromones, nothing serious.

"I thought he was..." Winter also said with a strange tone.

***

"What’s wrong with me?" Blue said with an impatient tone, looking at the doctor eagerly.

After the whole incident at school, Blue decided to head straight to the doctor’s office for a lab test. He sent a quick text to Adam, lying that he suddenly had a stomach ache.

Now waiting to hear the results from his test, Blue’s heart was palpitating with anxiety. He was afraid that something was actually seriously wrong with him, or seriously right with him.

Knowing the measures that he had been taking to present as a Recessive Omega, maybe his body was finally responding to them and giving him a chance to leave behind his Dominant Omega identity.

The doctor, a male Beta in his forties or fifties, was wearing a serious look on his face as his eyes were fixated on the test papers he was holding.

"Mr. Kent..." The doctor began saying, lifting his head to look at Blue. At this time, Blue was on the edge of his seat.

"I hate to break it to you but you have a grade two case of Pheromone Disorder." The doctor spoke with a tragic tone.

Blue’s being deflated as he shifted back into his seat and relaxed.

"Just that?" Blue questioned with a disappointed tone.

The doctor frowned at him. "Pheromone disorder is a very serious illness. Especially for Dominant Omegas."

Blue internally rolled his eyes after he heard those words.

"And not to talk of yours being grade two. There are three grades, you know? You’re one grade lower than the most severe case of Pheromone Disorder."

In Blue’s ears, all he heard the doctor say was ’blah, blah, blah’. Blue was disappointed. Utterly disappointed. A pheromone disorder was bad, but it wasn’t going to make him a Recessive Omega, so by his standards, having the disorder was pointless.

"Mr. Kent, it seems to me that you’re not very clear about what a pheromone disorder entails. Can I ask if you’ve been frequently using suppressants for heat and pheromones?" The doctor asked.

Blue gave him a look that said, ’Yes, so what?’

The doctor seemed to be at a loss for words in response to Blue’s nonchalant behavior. He rubbed his forehead and put down the glasses he was wearing to speak to Blue as a consultant.

"As I said previously, there are three grades of pheromone disorder. The first grade is relatively treatable as the patient only faces the inability to release pheromone at will and to control their pheromones from being released.

"This grade can be rectified by simply taking some recommended medication and receiving a permanent mark from an Alpha—from an Omega’s perspective, that is.

"As for the third grade, an Omega will forever lack the ability to have or sense pheromones, that’s no different from being a Beta. The glands are just there for decoration and it is advised to get a surgery to remove them permanently and accept reality.

"The second grade of pheromone disorder which you have, in my opinion, is the most serious and life-threatening."

Once Blue heard the words, ’life-threatening’, he sat up straight with alert.

"To explain simply, your glands are now a threat to your life. You explained that you have been feeling pains there spontaneously for certain periods of time. Let me explain why. By consuming pheromone and heat suppressants so frequently, your body has now accumulated all the toxicity that is supposed to escape during heat and by releasing pheromones.

"As a man, you certainly feel angry at times, as well as lustful and adventurous. When letting out these emotions, your pheromones are meant to escape your body to express them. But since they are always suppressed, the pheromones are now locked into your glands.

"Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Inside your glands, there is supposed to be a harmony of expression and emotions. There is no harmony right now. They are all clustered together and struggling to escape at the slightest overwhelming emotion you feel.

"Which is why it hurts now whenever your pheromones are released. Different emotions struggle to get out through pheromones in your glands."

After the explanation, the only thought in Blue’s head was, "Can I get rid of it now?"

Perplexed, the doctor asked, "Rid of what?"

"The glands. Can’t we just take it out?"

"No." The doctor responded almost immediately with a tone of rebuke. "That could kill you at this point. If your glands are removed, it leaves no way to expel the toxicity in your body. They might move to some place else to be expelled and that could be fatal to you.

"Imagine if they move to your brain or your heart. If you should think with your brain or even at the slightest beat of your heart, what do you think would happen?"

It was a rhetorical question but Blue still responded with a solemn tone, "I would die..."

It was now that the severity of the situation was dawning on him. Blue sighed and rested his forehead on his palm to think.

’Fuck.’ He thought.

"But there is a way to remedy the situation." The doctor said, finally passing the test results papers to Blue. "An Alpha. A temporary mark or a permanent one. Either one would do. But a permanent mark would be better. And if possible, get knotted."

"Excuse me?"

"It is exactly as I am saying. Giving birth can do a lot to salvage the situation." The doctor said with a serious tone.

Blue exploded.