By the time they arrived at Sabe's apartment, the air felt suffocating and cold. Fred helped lay Sabe on the bed, his bandaged head sinking into the pillows as he remained unconscious, thanks to the additional sedative he'd been given.
Fred exhaled tiredly as he capped the syringe he had just used on himself. "Are you really sure about coming back here?" he asked, glancing at Gabe. "Once he wakes up and hears about what you did to his pregnant partner, things are going to get messy. If not physically… then emotionally. Sabe doesn't let go easily."
Gabe drained the rest of his alcohol in one gulp, jaw tightening. "How long are you going to keep injecting yourself, Fred?" he asked, eyeing the suppressant vial. "If you keep this up, your body's going to stop reacting. You're an omega, for crying out loud. Stop pretending you're a beta."
