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His hand goes to my forehead, and I wince at the contact. “Oh, shit. Oh shit,” he whispers. “What do you need? What can I do?”
I bark out a laugh and roll back onto my side. “You idiot, you could take me to a hospital,” I hiss. “And turn yourself in.”
He’s silent for a long time, and I brace for his retaliation.
Instead, he storms out of the room.
I groan at the sound of him slamming the door to the bedroom.
My head aches.
I’m cold.
And I’m halfway back asleep when he rolls me onto my back and forces me to sit up. He shoves a pill in my hand.
“Take it,” he orders, and I blink down at it.
Aspirin.
Not suppressants.
But I pop it into my mouth, and he hands me a cup of water, and I down the whole thing.
“You need a nest,” he declares as I place the cup down.
I look up at him incredulously. “Huh?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“A nest. I can make you one. And then you’ll feel better.” He sounds so sure of himself, pleased that he figured out what was wrong with me.
There are a million issues with what he said, but I can’t find the words, and my mouth falls open.
He continues on, leaning against the sink. “I can get you blankets and my dirty clothes, because they smell like me. I can make you one, and you’ll be okay.”
“I…” the last thing I need right now is a nest. I have no desire for one.
Also…
You’re not an Alpha! I want to scream. How delusional is he? A fake pheromone cologne won’t do anything for me.
But my head throbs, and I’m so, so cold.
“No nest,” I groan. “Blankets, please.”
“But I can make a great nest,” he insists. “I can make the best one for you, I promise. I can?—”
I promptly crawl the few feet to the toilet and dry heave, spitting up bile.
It shuts him up, at least. He hurries out of the room as I throw up whatever is still in my stomach.
And as I lie on the floor, placing my forehead against the cool tile, I know this won’t end well.
The aspirin doesn’t help.
Nothing helps.
John turned the dingy mattress into what he calls a “nest”—a fitted sheet and blanket topped with a musty grey comforter and bunch of his white undershirts. It’s doused in his pheromone cologne.
He even added a pillow.
