Will Henry Graham. Sixteen years old, Louisiana born Maryland transplant, and omega.
Also complete and utter pain in every nurse's ass.
"Here's your breakfast William." Said the tall blonde as she rolled over the table with his tray of meek mush on it.
"My name is Will." The boy bit out snappily. He hated when they called him William. His name wasn't William. It was just Will.
"Okay, well eat up." The nurse said offhandedly as she typed away at the computer.
"No." Will said and rolled over to face away from her and look out the window at the sad grey skyline.
"Well I'll leave this with you to eat." She said and turned to leave.
"Fuck you." Will growled and flipped the tray into the floor.
Just like most days.
And the nurse came back to load his feeding tube.
Will didn't weigh enough to take on an alpha. He was too short, too thin, and also hated everyone. He weighed only a hundred and three pounds. Plus he didn't even like alphas, they stank and only had ever caused trouble in his life. Always acting so much better than everyone else and always being so annoying.
He didn't get up enough and no one cared about him. He was an angry little boy and everyone was tired of him.
No one tried to get him up and out of bed, no one took him on walks to the small garden on the lower level, no one even came in and tried to make conversation with him anymore. Hell his hair hadn't been brushed in months. They'd only ever given him a tub of water and rags to wash himself and it was difficult to wash his hair like that.
That was until he was seizing and had a fever of 106. Alarm bells were ringing and nurses came running from the station. It was a fiasco for a while but then when it finally stopped Will was calm, quiet, resting. He had never been so scared in his life but he just had to bottle it all up, no shoulder to cry on and no hand to hold.
Then he was screaming and thrashing in bed and everyone was trying to stick him with sedatives. Will was a fiesty thing, snapping and biting and clawing at anything he could. When he finally got stuck he let out a screech that could have shattered glass.
When Will finally woke up he just started crying. He felt so bad. And so alone. And his bum hurt.
"Hello Will." Said a heavily accented voice. Will immediately reached out and shoved and scratched at where the voice was coming from. His eyes opened but everything was all bleary.
"No! No, go away! I hate you! I hate you…" Will screamed but the voice shushed him and soon hands were taking his gently. Will fought and pulled his wrists away trying to get loose of the secure grip.
"I know Will. I know. I understand." They said and Will hiccuped a sob and blinked away the tears and gunk from his eyes. He kept pulling until he could finally see the lady who was sitting lightly on the edge of his bed.
She was pretty. High cheekbones, amber eyes, greying blonde hair tied in a proper bun, and strong vascular hands. She was tall too, definitely taller than most of the other nurses here, especially in the pair of black heels she was wearing.
"Mister Graham, why don't we take some nice big breaths." She said and Will was already taking a deep slow breath. They mimicked each breath together until Will was laying lax in the hospital bed, his hands loose in hers. She had cold hands, very cold hands. His hands were sweaty and warm but hers were… chilly.
He noted she didn't have any nail polish and only had on some lipstick and perhaps some light mascara. Her nails were short, cut to be functional and out of the way.
"That's much better. Now may we speak? I'd like to get your insight and try to help you with your emotions." Said the woman who's voice had a certain deep richness to it that was...calming. Will liked it. Will rather thought it was a very attractive voice but then again she was quite an attractive older lady. But that was.. He didn't think she was… He didn;t quite know what he thought but she seemed a bit less horrible.
"That's fine Miss." Will said and pulled his hands away and let them lay on his thin chest. He felt a tinge of something tight in his chest and looked away from her for a moment. His wrists burned where her touch once was.
"Oh how rude of me, I'm doctor Hannibal Lecter. My friends call me Hanna, I hope we can be on friendly terms." The doctor introduced herself and stood up, extending a hand out to Will who looked at it and rolled his eyes and faced away from her to look back out the window. It was better to push away than to let them come closer. Doctors were all the same.
"Okay Miss Doctor Lecter." Will said with a slight sarcasm in his voice. He didn't like doctors. Especially ones like this, the ones that don't even bother wearing a lab coat or anything. In regular clothes. Like they're more important than everyone else.
"Thank you Will. I'd like to give you some more calories while we speak. Is that alright?" The doctor asked and picked up a premixed bag of formula. She looked at him expectantly. He was confused because no one asked him if they could feed him. They just fed him. 1800 calories a day, that's what he got, no more, no less.
"Gross." Will grumbled and looked back out at the sky. It would rain later, he bet. If the window could get cracked open he might be able to smell it. He missed the smell of rain…
"I know. I'd only give you a half pack, a small boost for energy." Hanna pushed with a small smile gracing the edge of her lips. Will huffed and picked at the edge of his blanket. He'd picked a pretty good spot on the edge already. This was a new blanket given he'd puked on his last one. New blankets were nice.
"… I guess it's okay." Will answered in a grumbling voice.
"Thank you." Hanna said and started to hooking the pack up. Will rolled his eyes.
They all thought he was anorexic. He wasn't anorexic. It wasn't that he wanted to be skinny. It wasn't that he didn't like eating, or that he was addicted to exercise, he was fine in his body. The issue was every time he ate he felt sick, he got sick thinking about food in his mouth. He got horribly disgusting visions when he ate too like maggots in his pudding cups or that all the meat was spoiled. He liked food. He just had problems eating it…
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"Will I used to be a surgeon. I was a surgeon for ten years and then I went into therapies. Physical therapy was far too boring for me, too mundane and simple. Mental therapy really drew me in, and of course with psychiatry comes with contact nursing." Hanna explained as she got comfortable on the incredibly uncomfortable couch.
She looked up at him when she was done and Will looked at her, blushing. Contact nursing was usually saved for babies and people with severe mental disorders. Contact nurses were meant to supply omegas with hormonal balance and make sure people with sensitivities to touch didn't go starved.
He turned away and picked at his leg hair, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment and then looked vaguely over the doctor's shoulder.
"You're a contact nurse?" He asked and swallowed thickly, his hands trembled slightly. They had sent him a contact nurse before, some young lady with big boobs and a squeaky voice that made Will want to bash his head against the wall. And then there was a man who had small hands and smelled like coffee. Will didn't like him either, he kept too much eye contact. But Doctor Lecter seemed… maybe it would be like not totally horrible.
"Yes Will. What do you think about that?" Hanna asked and scribbled something down on her clipboard of papers. She watched the way Will fidgeted nervously, chewing the inside of his mouth and picking at the wispy light brown hair on his legs. He was sitting cross legged on his bed, blanket pooled around him only covering his feet. His bone bumped hairless chest exposed to the chilly air of the room, pink nipples pebbled on point.
Hanna kept an even expression even though her chest was swelling with hunger just seeing the boy's frail form. He looked so breakable, so vulnerable, so in need. That was what fed her though, being needed. She just needed to tease him until he's desperate, just wave the food in front of his face until he'd kill for it. He'd look so beautiful plump and covered in blood-
"Um it's- that's- it's- that's cool. I guess." Will struggled out and turned a cherry color in his face. Hanna gave him a real smile. Maybe not just his boyish shy adorableness but also the thought of him let loose like a wild beast.
"I suppose it is." She said and looked back at her clipboard. There were a few lines of questions to fill out. She wrote down a few technical things and glanced up a few times and wrote down notes about the boy.
"Do you enjoy the window Will?" Hanna asked as she wrote about Will's physical state. She noticed Will had been staring out the window every time she looked up and when he was speaking he never met her eyes, only looking out the window. Some long term patients use the window as an escape.
"Yeah… 's gonna rain." Will mumbled and looked down at his leg where his fingers were still twisting at the hairs. Hanna hummed and put her clipboard down after flipping the cover page down so Will wouldn't be tempted to try and read her notes.
She stood and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. She walked to where the two large windows meet and, using her key, pushed them to their maximum opening. Only a few inches, suicide safety and all.
It made a world of difference to the boy though. Will took big gulps of air and moved to try and get closer but the moment his feet neared the floor Hanna was at his side.
"Slowly Mister Graham, Allow me to assist you." Hanna more ordered than suggested. She was quick to unhook the monitors and wheel the cart his tube was hooked too behind the boy as he pulled farther and farther from the bed.
Will's legs trembled and his ankles screamed. He hadn't been so glad to sit down on the couch. He pushed his face into the four inch gap and breathed in the dirty city air.
It was lung opening.
Will sat there talking long breathes in and feeling the slight breeze graze his nose and shift his eyelashes.
"Perhaps a walk in the garden would be refreshing?" Hanna offered and Will gasped and nodded his head. He would never be able to walk that far but he had a feeling the woman was talking about in the future.
Maybe she wasn't the worst…
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"I hate you! Liar! Liars!" Will screamed as he thrashed around. The pain in his stomach was fucking unbearable. He'd woken up feeling like he was being gutted while also being on fire while also having an aching boner. He'd only ever had his first two heats and those were like three years ago before his dad gave him up. And they had been light and had felt so… feathery compared to the hell he was going through now.
It didn't help that the nurses had put him on the floor on his knees which hurt because his legs were sore from the last few days of going on walks around the hospital with Miss Lecter.
It really didn't help when they had wrestled him down and shoved… what felt like a fucking beer bottle up his ass.
He didn't particularly care what it actually was given the agony he was in once they had restrained him in the kneeling position. He just continued screaming trying to get away from whatever it was.
"Will? Will, what's wrong? What's happening?" Hanna asked as she quickly responded to the screaming coming from her patient's room. The nurses cleared away from him as she knelt down in front of the screaming teen. She'd grown quite fond of the little monster.
"Liars! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" He screamed and tried to head butt the doctor but she was quick to pull him close and cradle his head against her collarbone. She hummed and shushed him, petting his dirty hair and putting safe pressure on his neck with her opposite hand. Will had reacted nicely to petting, stubborn and pouting, but stopped screaming in favor of whining and sobbing.
"What's happening, Will? Can you tell me what's wrong? Is it your body or your head?" She asked. They had established that it was easier for Will to explain his pain if he could say his body or his head. He always kept away from his "head" problems but Hanna felt that soon that lock would be shattered open. Sooner now.
"My b- my body. It's too big, it hurts. Feels like everythins bein torn apart" Will cried into the soft silky fabric of the doctors wine colored blouse. He pulled and pulled at his hands but they were secured to his ankles.
"Okay, thank you, Will. I'll lift you up and I want you to sit on a pillow until I can look at you." Hanna explained quietly before barking at the nurses to hand her a pillow and to put an extra small knotter in the warmer.
She was furious. How dare they put such a large object in such a small boy. He had barely gained eleven pounds. He'd need to put on at least ten more until he could take something any bigger. She'd find out who was behind it though… find out which of the nurses would be meeting her for dinner…
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Soon enough Will was laying on his back in bed. He was crying and rubbing at his stomach which was at least not concave anymore. Hanna was returning with the small toy, a warm blanket, and some ibuprofen. She reenter the now empty room and Will cried and rolled to face away from the intruder.
"Mister Graham, Will, Let's get you fixed up. You'll need to swallow a pill for me, I know you can do it." Hanna announced and the boy rolled over and looked at her with a pained expression.
"It hurts too bad. My butt hurts, I can't sit up." He explained and tears slipped down his soft cheeks. Hanna shushed him and wiped a few tears away with her thumbs. The boy preened into her hands and she allowed herself to cup his face. Poor pained thing… cracking at the edges…
"Let me sit with you." She said quietly and he was nodding. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let her hand travel down to rub at the sides of his neck down to sit on his perfect collarbones.
He opened his eyes and looked at her desperately.
"Please, it hurts" He whimpered and she looked at him before clearing her throat and setting the warm blanket on his cold chest.
He called out happily and was shoving it to cover his sweat damp body. When he was settled Hanna had a small cup of water and the pill in her newly gloved hand.
"I'll help you sit up but you have to swallow this pill. I am giving you this pill. This is a good pill." Hanna said and recited what they had agreed on to help the boy take medication that was given to him.
Will looked at her before nodding and taking the pill, he sat up and the doctor put her hand behind his back which he leaned back on. She had strong arms, muscular and unshavenly fuzzy in blonde hairs. Will stared at the small pill for a long moment.
"Swallow the medication. Drink the clean water. Two big swallows. You do two things for me and I'll reciprocate." Hanna ordered and Will took one big breath and blew it out. He quickly shoved the pill into his mouth and drank the full cup of water.
Hanna smiled and slowly let Will lay back down as she took the cup away from him. She efficiently stripped away her glove and dropped it and the cup in the trash. She sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at the boy who was squirming around, rubbing his thighs together and petting his own stomach.
"Do you feel better now Will?" She asked and let her hand lay calmingly on the boy's boney ankle. He looked much better now that he was plumping up, becoming full of color and life, being able to writhe and cry without passing out.
"I feel… My stomach hurts. My dick feels like pinchy? It's weird but it hurts. I feel wet. I hate being wet." Will said and turned a tomato cherry red and looked out his window. His bum was still bare and he could feel his own slick dribbling down between his buttcheeks. It was gross feeling.
"Do you think you can take a knotter that's the correct size for you? The previous one was… well for someone bigger than me even. This is made for omegas with slicking problems, first time heats, or difficult or painful heats. See it soft." Hanna explained and picked up the silicone cock from beside her.
She handed it to Will who looked at it like it was an alien thing. He squeezed it, forearms flexing with effort. It could fit in his hand and didn't have a real knot, it was only a bit more solid at the base.
"This'll make it better? But it's… I've…" Will struggled and flashed his eyes up to the doctor who gave him a smile and took the toy back, letting one hand creep under the blanket to touch his bare ankle. She stroked his joint with ease and confidence and Will relaxed again.
"You're in heat Will, anatomically your body is begging for this." Hanna said and nodded toward the phallic thing in her hands. Will blushed and looked away but nodded and little.
"I'll be doing the whole procedure. You can even hold my hand. We're going to try this and if it doesn't work I'll order you a heat closer and we'll have to start you on suppressants. Understand?" Hanna said in a no nonsense kind of way. Suppressants were serious business. Will knew that.
He swallowed and thought about it. Miss Lecter had to wear heavy scent blockers like all other staff but Will always got an "alpha" vibe off her. Plus she was a lot older than him and she worked in clinic so she probably had so much experience.
"I don't wanna be on the floor, hurt my legs." Will said and looked back at the woman who smiled and gave him a sympathetic look. Will felt a particularly sharp feeling and squeezed his thighs together tightly and let out a high pitchy whine.
"Okay, breathe through it. In and out, you're okay. Breathe Will." Hanna coached and waited patiently until Will was breathing evenly. He was crying lightly and pushing at his stomach.
"Would you rather have me wear gloves or without?" Hanna asked and stood up waiting for an answer. Will huffed and sniffed a bit.
"I don't like gloves, makes me feel like 'm gettin fingered by a balloon dog." Will said and Hanna broke out in a smile. What a crude little boy. Hanna handed him a tissue and washed her hands quickly in the small sink.
"Skin to skin contact is suggested during mating cycles. Especially when you're still so young and dealing with other conditions." The doctor explained as she sat back down on the bed and picked up the toy.
Will trembled slightly at the thought of getting… mated . He'd never actually had heat sex. He'd had a bad blowjob once but other than that he was rather… inexperienced.
"'M nervous" The boy mumbled and squeezed his legs together under his blanket. Hanna smiled and let her hand gently rub at the boy's thin calf under his blanket.
"It'll be okay, I'm here to take care of you. We'll make sure you're ready when you take on an alpha." Hanna said and let her hand part his tender fuzzy thighs.
"Oh- okay. Okay, yes ma'am." Will shakily agreed and let his knees apart and pulled his blanket up to his belly.
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"Momma don't leave, they hurt me." Will whimpered and grabbed tighter onto Hanna's blouse. Hanna shushed him and kissed his sweat salted forehead.
He'd done so well. Crying, begging, tearing at her arms and shoulders with clipped blunt nails, screaming, baring his teeth, like a little rabid puppy.
"Darling Will, I'm not leaving. You need to sleep, I'm only going to go prepare your new meal plans and do some paperwork on you. No one else will come in, I promise Will." Hanna reassured the boy and pet gently at his clammy back. He kept his face shoved against her collarbone and her silky blouse clamped deathly tight in his fist.
The doctor continued to pet his back and hummed lightly, some old instrumental she'd listened to.
"Okay momma… wanna sleep so tired." Will grumbled and released his grip on the silky fabric finally.
Hanna slowly slid the boy off her lap so he was resting on his side against the bed head which was raised to a nearly sitting position. He whined a little and she placed a pillow in front of him to hug which he did immediately. Legs drawing up to pull the cushion in a koala hug.
Such a sweet little monster.