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WARNING Implied Child Abuse
John's POV
The next time he awakes, it is to a soft flannel being used to carefully wash his body as he lies by himself on the bed. His heat has already ended much to his surprise and he is fairly sure it's barely been a day. However his chest hurts and his body feels heavy, like it's full of lead. Why does he feel like this? He used to play rugby, while not as physically tiring that had been active too and he never felt like this after a match.
"Come on John, you need to wake up, damn it, I'm calling an ambulance." He hears the alpha grumbling as he reaches for the phone, leaving his spot beside him.
"Don't go," he croaks out, still in pain but not wanting to be alone, for the first time since he came to London he feels safe.
Apparently the older man hears him, because he hears the phone close and feels the taller man return to the spot beside him, a gentle hand running down his shoulder and arm, "Hey, hi John," the alpha murmurs, "Are you feeling any better? You gave me a bit of a scare."
"Chest hurts," he mutters in response, eyes flickering open to glance at the taller man, "Water, please?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, here, let's sit up a bit," the dark-haired alpha remarks, helping him into a seated position before holding a glass of cool water for him, at first he thought it odd he was holding the cup until he realizes how badly he is shaking.
"Thank you," he states a bit clearer, blushing as the memories of the night before come rushing back to him. "How long have I been out?"
Glancing at the clock, the alpha replies, "Roughly nine hours, three times I've almost taken you to a hospital, but I kept talking myself out of it." He is surprised to see the older man blush as he shrugs and continues, "I figured your body needed the rest, a combination of living on the streets and a heavy heat."
For a little bit the two of them sit in silence before the older man breaks it by clearly telling him, "Listen, I don't want you to feel bad, alright? I've heard of omega's that are embarrassed or ashamed of themselves after a heat, and I am telling you right now, you have nothing to be ashamed of. As you get older you'll have better control of your responses to being in heat. For now, well," the alpha shrugs, "you probably should have been in an omega house where they could protect you since your parents have apparently failed, but I hope I have not forced you into anything."
Shocked, he can do nothing more than stare at the alpha perched on the edge of the bed. This is nothing like he expected. He had grown up hearing about how lucky he was not to be an omega whore. Then he had presented as an omega and was promptly abandoned miles from home in a massive city. Life here was difficult and he was trying to survive by doing everything he can not to be a whore, yet as soon as his heat struck that's exactly what he did, climbing into bed with the first alpha. Wait, no, not the first alpha, the first alpha he had run from, because he smelled horrible. Well a close to unknown alpha because he smelled safe. Now here was the alpha he just encouraged to fuck him, knot him repeatedly, telling him he has nothing to be ashamed of? That it was his parents who were wrong? It's confusing.
He wants to thank him, to find some way to express his relief, instead what comes out of his mouth is, "My chest still hurts," and a low whimper.
"Alright John, we're taking you to the hospital. I'll have an omega rep met us there to make sure you're treated fairly since omegas without the protection of families are often rushed through without getting good care." The alpha informs him, "Don't even bother arguing," he continues as he holds up a hand to keep him from arguing when he would have, "I have all your clothes washed and set on the freshly made bed in the other room, in case you want to wear something of your own."
Blushing, he nods, and stares at the blanket as he tries to get himself to go get dressed, its not like this man hadn't seen every inch of him. Hell, the alpha had touched him in places he hadn't even known he had, so why is he so embarrassed to stand up naked before him?
"Here," Greg comments holding out a light weight robe to him, "You'll feel better about getting up, it's okay to be shy, to not want to be seen, particularly after such an emotional time, and going through a heat is a emotional time, don't ever let someone try telling you otherwise or making you feel bad about it, alright?"
He nods again, gratefully accepting the robe which he pulls close around himself before pushing the blankets off and standing on wobbly legs. For some reason his legs are tired, which he does not understand, and his ass is somewhat tender, which he does understand considering he had a thick alpha cock up there for hours. Still blushing, he goes into the other room, surprised to see a small wash basin with lukewarm water in it and a flannel. Taking the robe off, he sets it aside on the chair he had not noticed the last time he was in the room before using the cloth to quickly wipe down his body, though Greg had done a great job of giving him a bed bath since there is hardly any residue anywhere on him. Once he feels clean enough, he sorts through his clothes, surprised to see how clean they are, and selects one of his nicer outfits, he doesn't want the people at the hospital thinking that the alpha is abusing him, it's not the alpha's fault he is in this position, it's his own for being a worthless omega.
He doesn't realize he is keening or that the pains have gotten worse until a strong pair of arms wrap around him, gently hugging him, while a steady hand strokes his back.
"Shhhh, its alright, I promise everything will be alright," the older man murmurs to him comfortingly, his scent reassuring.
Embarrassed by his behavior, he buries his head against the other man's chest and just lets him rock him, arms unsteadily clinging to the solid form in front of him.
When he is calm again, the alpha encourages him to put his socks and shoes on so they can go. He is surprised when they get into a different vehicle until it is explained that the other one belongs to the station, this one is his, old and beat up though it maybe. He had his partner switch cars out, so the other could be cleaned of his omega heat scent, just to prevent problems. This has him blushing again at the idea that his heat scent could cause problems, at least until he thinks of those alphas who tried to attack him, then all the blood drains out of his skin instead.
At the hospital they meet up with an older omega woman, according to scent, with a clip board and a reassuring smile before they go inside. The paperwork is terrifying, they want his history, his name, everything, and he can barely stop the panic from rising to the surface, because if he fills this out, what happens if William finds out about it and comes after him?
Once more he is not aware he is making noises until Greg has wrapped his arms around him again, allowing him to hide against his chest one more time. "It's alright John, see this is why Elsa is here, she's going to help you with the independence paperwork too. Now look over at Elsa, that's it, relax."
Slowly he does so. Mortified by the fact he has just had a break down in front of this unknown omega.
"John, it's alright, I promise, you're not the first omega who's family hasn't realized what a treasure they have, I just need your birth name for the starter file, you can change it to anything you want just as soon as I write it down, that way, if there are any medical records they can be privately gathered so you never have to worry about this again." She calmly reassures him, eyes flickering between him and the alpha he is currently curled up with.
Straightening slowly, he nods and accepts the paperwork on the clip board, hesitantly writing, John Hamish Moriarty in the spot for his original name before writing John Hamish Watson in the spot for his new legal name. He debates about the Hamish for a bit, because it is his grandfather on William's side of the family name, but he decides to keep it since they are still his grandparents, even if he will never hear from or see them again. Watson is his mother's maiden name. Silently passing it back, he waits patiently for the next clipboard he is sure he will have to fill out, occasionally wincing at the pain in his chest.
"While the records are coming through let's get your vitals," a nurse with a name tag reading Cleo and smelling like a beta remarks.
He nods, holding out his arm when prompted and trying not to flinch away from the semi-cold stethoscope as it presses to his skin. When the omega representative gets back with a file, there is a rather annoyed expression in her eyes and she smiles reassuringly at him before growling at Greg.
"I need a word with you. Now."
His ears perk as he listens to the voices of the two adults outside the door.
"Greg that boy is sixteen, please tell me my sense of smell is wrong and you did not sleep with a teenager!" she snarls at him.
"You're kidding right? No way is he sixteen," there is denial in the older man's voice, groaning he states, "fucking hell."
"Please tell me you had a good fucking reason, because at this point I have to report you, and you're a good cop so I don't want to do that." The omega representative demands.
He hears the alpha groans again, "He was in heat and I thought he was nineteen or twenty, it's rare to see street kids who are as prepared as him."
"Damn it Greg," she snaps.
Unable to listen to any more he hops off his seat, startling the nurse and opening the door to the two standing there talking, "You can't get him in trouble, he hasn't done anything wrong!"
Sighing, she replies gently, "He knows better than to sleep with young omegas."
"He's not the first person to think I was older than I look, he cannot get in trouble for something I didn't tell him." He urgently tells her, eyes wide as he stares that the older omega.
She sighs again, eyeing him questioningly, "We need to talk, and after that talk I will decide whether it needs to be reported or not."
"I, alright, okay, just don't please," he mutters in response, the pain causing him to whimper.
"Excuse me, but if you're done upsetting my patient, I need to finish checking him in because someone his age should not be having those types of chest pains." Cleo inquires pointedly, glaring at the copper and the omega representative.
Gently, the beta lays a hand on his shoulder and guides him back into the room and to his seat, before finishing checking him. "Do you have a history of heart murmurs?" she inquires after checking his pulse for a third time, the stethoscope now warm from being against his skin.
He shakes his head, not remembering ever being told he has a heart murmur before.
"Well the doctor will have to confirm it," she tells him, before asking, "Your paper work says you recently presented as an omega, when was your first heat sweetheart?"
"Six months ago," he whispers, his skin flushing in embarrassment.
Smiling soothingly at him the beta remarks, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone who can have a child goes through a version of a heat. Yours just happens to be more sex filed and mine just happens to be full of cramps and not a lot of sex."
Still blushing, he nods slowly.
"When is your next heat, if you know?" she inquires as she takes notes.
"It lasted for a roughly a day, I was in heat, and my chest started hurting, then I wasn't anymore." He answers quietly, face flaming.
She looks at him in concern, softly asking, "Did you share your first heat?"
He shakes his head no.
"Did you know you were going to present as an omega?"
Again he shakes his head.
"Prior to presenting as an omega, had you had sex?" she queries.
Once more he shakes his head.
She nods, jotting something down, "Just to make sure I have this right, you presented as an omega on or around October thirtieth, prior to presenting you did not know you were an omega, prior testing had come back beta?"
He nods again.
"How long did your first heat last?"
"Saturday morning until late Tuesday night." he answers after remembering that weekend that changed his life.
"So four days, and you had no help?"
He nods, "I was by myself, towards the end I was given food."
"Alright, now you said you were in heat, when did that heat start?" Cleo gently asks, watching him carefully.
"Sunday afternoon, I had just left the beta's house I had been doing housework for when I started feeling the cramps." He responds after thinking about what day it was. Living on the streets meant he did not pay close attention to dates.
"Did you heat slow build or happen all at once?" she asks, looking up from her paper.
"Ummm, I dunno, it started during the afternoon, but slowed down after I had a hot shower, we ate dinner, it was lovely, and then it started back up again. There is a second room in his flat which he said I could use, it even has a lock, and he said if I needed anything he'd get it so I wouldn't have to worry about leaving the room. I spent the first several hours in that room." He explains after thinking about it for a bit. "I woke up after a few hours because there was an incredible smell, once I figured out that it was Greg, I sort of presented myself to him."
"Did he force you to have sex with him?" she softly asks before quickly reassuring him, "I have to ask John, and I figured you would rather cover this only once rather than repeatedly. The rep means well but she can be a bit pushy sometimes."
"No! No, no, no, no! I went to his room and asked, almost begged, but he asked me repeatedly if I really wanted to do that," he exclaims, blushing he ducks his head as he mutters, "I didn't ask him."
Smiling lightly, she remarks, "Sweetheart, he's an alpha on daily suppressants, if he was not willing, he would not have participated, alright?"
He nods bobbing his head and feeling a lot better because he was concerned about that.
"Now this might be a difficult question, because I know your heat might have fogged your mind a little, did you take any sort of pills?" she inquires.
He nods again, "He insisted, said if anything was happening we had to, he took one too, said it was to avoid pregnancy."
"I'll ask him what type here in a minute, now this is really important, did he attempt to or successfully bite you at all? Particularly around the neck area?" she motions to her own.
He violently shakes his head, understanding what she is asking, she wants to know if he forced a bond, "No!" he exclaims, not thinking about it he tugs off his shirt and makes sure to show her his neck, and the perfectly smooth skin. Unfortunately he forgets the light scars on his back from his alpha parent.
"Sweetheart, where did you get those scars?" she quietly demands, one hand touching his shoulder lightly.
Blushing, he quickly pulls on his shirt answering shortly, "Not Greg."
"Alright, its alright, shhhhh," she tries soothing him but he starts making noises of distress so she fetches the alpha for him.
Almost as soon as he smells Greg, he burrows his head against the older man's chest, sniffing him repeatedly and taking comfort from his familiar scent.
That ends the conversation, at least for the moment, and after a bit, once he has calmed, the nurse gently requests that Greg and the older omega speak with her in the hall.