Sylvester's Point Of View
I woke up with a start, and noticed that Tristan was not in the bed. I nudged Cole awake, who also looked at the empty space between us, confused.
I was feeling nauseous and uneasy, but it wasn't my nausea that I was feeling.
Suddenly, we heard coughing coming from the bathroom, and sat up immediately. Cole and I didn't waste another moment in our wondering, and leapt from the bed.
When we opened the door, we were haulted dead in our tracks. Tristan had been throwing up for a while it seemed, he was currently trying to clean up his mess, but failing due to it just making him even more sick.
"Tristan! What's wrong? Stop cleaning that up and worry about yourself, baby. Jeez..." Cole sighed, running up to Tristan and taking the towel from him.
I walked over to the shower and turned on the warm water. Cole helped Tristan to his feet and out of his soiled clothes.
"Ugh... I think I'm dying... this feels awful... it won't stop..." Tristan said, through pained groans.
"It's fine. We'll get you cleaned up, and then go see Khali. Okay?" I said, helping him and Cole into the shower.
He leaned all of his weight into me and sighed in relief. He was still gripping Cole's hand tightly, as he trembled softly against me.
I took off my now soaked clothes and picked Tristan up. His eyes were closed, and his cheeks were red. He didn't have a fever, but he didn't look well. A sinking feeling hit my gut, as an unpleasant thought crossed my mind.
Cole dutifully began to clean Tristan up, as I cradled him in my arms. Suddenly, Tristan sat upright and lurched forward abruptly.
"I'm going to be sick!" He said, before immediately throwing up once more.
'Ugh... thank goodness for spacious showers, that could have been so much worse...'
"Mmm... S-Sorry..." He murmured, as tears began to pool in his eyes.
"It's fine, that's why we chose a shower and not a bath. Could you imagine that– uhm... never mind. Don't imagine that..." I said, softly.
I didn't want him to puke again. I loved him dearly, but it was still gross.
"What's wrong with me? I feel like I've been run over by a truck..." Tristan groaned.
I didn't want to give my opinion and freak him out, so I decided to test a theory instead.
I let out a copious amount of pheromones, and Cole looked up at me in shock. I gave him an expectant look, and he soon answered my pheromones with his own.
Tristan stopped trembling, and sighed. He rested his head against me, while Cole washed his face and mouth again.
Suddenly, Tristan's own pheromones began to waft from him gently. However, they didn't smell like they usually did. I had inadvertently gotten my answer, but it wasn't particularly joyous news...
'He's definitely pregnant... Everyone is going to loose their absolute shits...'
"Yeah... let's go see Khali... Right now..." I sighed.
Cole was looking between me and Tristan confused, as he subtly sniffed the air. I gave him a stern look and shook my head. The last thing I wanted was for the baby Alpha to accidentally freak Tristan out. The good news was that he just needed our pheromones for now, the bad news was that there was no telling what the future would be like.
We all left the bathroom, and I let Cole dress Tristan, as I headed to my room to get dressed myself. I stumbled into Rohlander, who looked at me with concern.
My face probably wasn't the most welcoming right now.
"Hey, Ro. Would you tell Ferdinand to meet me in my room, immediately?" I asked without looking behind me, as I entered my room.
"Yes, sir. I think they said he was in his office. I'll head there right now." I heard him say, before making a hasty retreat.
I made my way into my closet, then got dressed in just some sweats and a blue shirt. I decided to slip on some socks as well, while I waited.
Soon, my door was opened abruptly, and Ferdinand came barreling in, breathing heavily.
"What's wrong? What happened? Why do you look like that? Where's Tristan?" He asked, firing off questions like an automatic weapon.
"He's with Cole. I'm 90.9% sure that he's pregnant." I said, causing the big guy to trip over his feet and plumet to the floor.
"No... are you serious? How can you be so sure?" He asked, opting to sit on the floor instead of getting up.
He was no doubt retracing the steps that had brought us here, and realizing who the potential father could be, if his expressions were anything to go by.
"Yeah... while I'll never be 100% sure of anything when it comes to Tristan. I'm sure enough to try my damnedest to hide my growing panic..." I replied.
"What are you going to do?" Ferdinand asked.
"Cole and I will take him to see Khali to get definitive proof, and then let him decide on the next course of action..." I replied, standing up.
"I just thought you should know, now. And figured that you could break the news to Bel gently... I couldn't give him this kind of news delicately." I said, heading for the door.
"Keep me posted, Yeah? I won't tell Bel unless we are sure first." Ferdinand sighed, as he followed me out.
"Yeah... I understand... Keep your phone close..." I replied.
I headed back to Cole's room, and scooped Tristan up in my arms. Then, we made our way downstairs to the new clinic. Well, the makeshift one Torhrezz had thrown together temporarily.
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Khali's Point Of View
"Khalil, have all the guys been discharged completely and given the green light for duty again?" I asked, sifting through the paperwork on my desk.
It had been a crazy weekend, but no one died, and we even got Nohrah back. We all knew something traumatizing happened to her after her capture. She spent more time with the kids, Arrisa especially, and her smile never quite reached her eyes anymore.
It wasn't particularly affecting her work, so I decided to only intervene when she couldn't work, or when she asked for help. Whether it was out of embarrassment or stubbornness I couldn't be sure, but I'd watch her closely nonetheless.
Maddesson and Zaihlee said that there are nights that she wakes up screaming. But she brushes it off and goes to take a shower, then goes right to the clinic. I couldn't help but worry about her. She was the youngest out of all of us, so it felt like I had to protect her as her older sister, but I was failing her.
"Hmm? What is that delicious smell? Like smokey chocolate? Or a strawberry shortcake maybe?" Grahnt said, sniffing the air.
"What kind of weird combinations are you smel–" My words died in my throat, as I realized that he was right. It smelled like all of those things.
We didn't need to wait long to find out why, Sylvester burst in with a pale Tristan in his arms. To make matters worse, their pheromones were ridiculously strong.
Everyone tensed up upon looking at our newest guests.
"Everyone except Khalil and Stellah, get out. Now. Go double check that all the men are up and walking unassisted, and that no one is still relying on pain medication." I ordered, as I saw the serious look in Sylvester's eyes.
It felt entirely like their mate was dying, and they were desperate. Sylvester sat down in a chair with Tristan still cradled in his arms. The boy seemed to be dozing off in the process.
"Syl... Your pheromones are too strong..." I said, glancing at him.
"It's fine. You're mated anyway. I just need you to give Tristan a check up. He's been really sick today." He replied, dismissively.
"I'm the only mated Alpha here, first of all. Second, your pheromones are going to make your mate pass out. He's basically getting drunk on them..." I sighed, as I began to check Tristan's vitals.
His heart rate was elevated abnormally, his pupils dilated too slow, and the soft tissue in his mouth that was red and inflamed told me he had been vomiting a lot recently. Couple that with his altered smell, and it wasn't too hard to draw the conclusion.
I looked up at Sylvester worried. Since he was emitting such an offensive amount of pheromones, I could surmise that he knew as well.
I took a few vials of blood, then handed Tristan a plastic lidded container.
"I need you to pee in that cup. The bathroom is across the hall." I said.
Sylvester stood up, and headed for the door.
"Khali, you're smart... So I shouldn't have to tell you this. But use your discretion. Or else they die." Sylvester said, not turning around.
'Even without the threat, your eyes say it all... Don't tell anyone... Ever...'