So you’ll come?
Gia
I wish. I can’t up and leave my patients. Blood tests are the first step, I’ll put in an order to the NZ Artemis branch. Mor can fast-track it. Can you get him to a testing site?
Me
Not really. He’s stubborn. Can we make this a house call?
Gia
I’ll see what I can do
Me
You mean you’ll see what Mor can do
Gia
Same difference ;)
Me
Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it
Gia
You owe me one.
Me
I thought you were excited to get a test subject?
Gia
Shhh. I’ll also email you the consent paperwork for a telemedicine appointment if he wants to talk to me directly.
Me
Cool. He probably won’t, but I’ll let you know
Gia
Now I have to ask… what’s YOUR relationship to this omega?
I ignore Gia’s question, lock my phone, and set it aside, wrapping my arms around Mylo again.
A frustrated growl rumbles in his throat. “What the fuck ishappeningto me?!”
“Mylo, you need to?—”
“Don’t say it.”
I sigh and gently pull Mylo back from my chest. He clings tighter, fighting me, so I grip his chin as I reposition him.
He softens at the firm touch, omega instincts assured that I’m not pushing him away.
As I try to find his eyes, he glances down.
