“Hello.”
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” Oberon drawled. “You look amazing.”
Fenrir scrunched his nose. “Doubtful.”
“You always look amazing.”
“Stuff it, King.”
“Not right now,” he teased. “Doctors orders. You can’t be fucked for at least—”
“Babe, I love you, but I can not handle one of your shitty jokes right now.” Fenrir closed his eyes again, seemingly taking stock of his injuries, completely oblivious to what he’d just said.
Oberon stared at him, but it didn’t appear to hit the omega even after he’d been given a moment to process.
He’d used the L-word.
Good Light.
“How badly hurt am I? I can’t tell.” Fenrir was hopped up on extreme pain killers, so that made sense. “Anything serious?”
“Just my love for you.”
Fenrir clicked his tongue and scowled. “King.”
“Fine, fine. No, you don’t have to worry. We got you to the hospital in time for the doctor to apply nanites to your burns. They’ll be healed completely in a few days. No scars. You suffered a ton of lacerations on your back, but those were handled as well.”
“I’m lying on my back.”
“You’ve got a full nanite wrap on, kind of like a long-sleeved shirt. It’s beneath your fetching hospital gown.”
“That explains why it’s difficult to move my arms,” Fenrir hummed. “The rest?”
“Bad shoulder.”
“I mean everyone else. Did I…” He frowned. “I didn’t…hurt anyone, did I?”
Oberon quirked a brow. “Is that your attempt at a really bad joke? Got to tell you, mine are way funnier.”
“I meant your friends, asshole. Did I hurt any of your friends?” His eyes trailed to the bandage on the side of O’s neck and he swallowed. “You. Did I…hurt you?”
“This?” He poked the bite and waved. “Nah. I feel great.”
“King.”
“I doubt it hurt any more than when I bit you.”
“That shithurt.”
“In that case, bite me again and even us out.”
Fenrir huffed and stared up at the ceiling, though his hand twisted in O’s hold so he could link their fingers. “This a hospital?”
“Yeah. I made sure to put you in the VVIP room. What do you think? Looks like a hotel, doesn’t it?” He’d been afraid his omega would wake up and panic if he was in a regular hospital room.
This space was decorated in warm tones of brown and gold, giving it a homey feel. It was also spacious, and quiet, so they wouldn’t have to worry about being disturbed, and if Fenrir reacted poorly when one of the staff walked in, Oberon had room to maneuver them all. Everyone had been given strict orders to remove their lab coats before entering, so ideally, nothing bad would happen to disturb Fenrir’s healing.