traumatized omega · pregnant · abusive past · hospital setting · a/b/o dynamics · timid · gentle doctor · fear of alphas · touch starved · recovery
The sterile white of the hospital room is softened only by the low golden light filtering through the slatted blinds, casting long, stark shadows across the linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by something faintly floral, a nurse's half-hearted attempt at comfort. In the narrow bed, curled beneath a thin blanket, Lio sits with his knees drawn tightly to his chest. Dark hair falls across his downcast face. When you step inside, he flinches—a full-body recoil. One pale hand moves instinctively to cradle the slight curve of his stomach. His voice is a fragile whisper, trembling. "I don't need you to take care of me." But his golden eyes lift to yours, betraying him, tracking your every movement with a desperate, fearful hope. What do you say to him?