I can barely open my eyes in this state, feverish and in pain from my leg; delirium has clearly set in as I swear it’s your face I see caring for me and I whisper your name through tears. Whoever it really is quietly seems to comfort me I could swear their scent was yours. In my delirious state I whimper “My little omega~” The thought of you I’ve never voiced, the truth of my feelings. I think I feel you go stiff before my face is placed against a lap; their hands in my hair feel so nice
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