Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 71: Poison.

Fred’s sudden scream echoed through the room, startling all three of them.

"They should fucking leave!" Fred yelled hoarsely. "Now!"

"Fred....calm down," Gabe said quickly, his voice firm but gentle. He turned his head toward Damien and Alex. "Please wait in the living room."

Then he looked at Alex. "Alex... can you help me call a medical doctor to come over?"

Alex hesitated for a moment, clearly reluctant, but finally nodded. "Alright."

With a tight jaw and obvious frustration, Damien followed Alex out of the room. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Gabe alone with Fred.

"Now tell me," he said slowly, his gaze fixed on Fred, "what’s wrong with you?"

Fred lay still beneath the duvet, his breathing shallow and uneven.

"What’s with this running temperature?" Gabe continued, rolling his wheelchair a little closer to the bed. "I couldn’t even smell your pheromones. Fine you already used a suppressant, just like you said but you’ve only ever been sick during your heat period."

"I’m not in heat Gabe." Fred voiced out, his voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"So if you’re not in heat," Gabe added, curiosity and unease mixing in his expression, "but you’re still burning up like this... then what exactly is the problem?"

"Don’t worry about me, Gabe," Fred replied weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... just get the doctor here on time. I’ll be fine soon I believe."

Gabe frowned.

"Alright then. I know you’re stubborn and wouldn’t spill shit unless you’re ready but then you’re having a running temperature and still hiding under this duvet?" he snapped. "Are you trying to kill yourself, young man?"

Before Fred could react, Gabe reached out and yanked the duvet away.

"Gabe...wait...!"

The words caught in Fred’s throat.

The sheets beneath him were stained, dark red spread across the mattress.

Blood.

"What?!" Gabe yelled, panic instantly written all over his face. "What the fuck happened here?!"

His voice echoed through the walls.

"What’s going on, Gabe?!" Alex’s voice came from outside the room, sharp with panic. "Do you need us to come in?"

"Is there any problem?" Damien chimed in urgently.

"No!!!" Gabe shouted just as he felt the door begin to open. He wheeled his wheelchair forward and pressed his palm hard against it. "Don’t come in!"

There was a tense pause.

"We’re fine," Gabe added quickly, forcing his voice to steady. "I’m just... shocked by some news I read on my phone."

"Are you really sure about that Gabe? And what’s the news that made you scream that much?!" Alex asked with curiousity in his tone.

"I said I’m fine. You both shouldn’t worry." Gabe replied, his voice trying to sound reassuring even though it wasn’t.

After a moment, his words seemed to convince them. Their footsteps retreated.

Gabe released a shaky breath and turned back to Fred.

"What happened here, Fred?" he asked urgently. "Were you shot? Stabbed?"

He checked Fred’s body carefully, hands moving over his sides and abdomen, searching for wounds.

There was nothing.

"No gunshot... no stab marks..." Gabe muttered, confusion and fear twisting together. "Then why are you bleeding like this?"

Fred swallowed hard.

"I’m bleeding because..." he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. "It’s my first time hence I bled alot at night."

Gabe froze.

"It was intense," Fred continued weakly. "I almost thought I was going to die. But... I’m still alive." He let out a shaky breath. "I just need a doctor to prescribe something to make me feel better. I’ve used all kinds of drugs....everything I thought should work...but none of them did."

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and the sight made Gabe’s chest tighten painfully.

"Bleeding? First time?" Gabe echoed hoarsely. "What are you talking about?" His voice cracked despite his effort to stay calm. "Please talk to me, Fred. You’re making me scared."

Fred winced as another wave of pain coursed through him.

Fuck! You’re an enigma for goodness sake. You aren’t dumb! Fred cursed internally.

"I had sex for the very first time, Gabe," he finally said, his voice trembling. "And it was... intense."

The room went silent.

"What?!" Gabe exploded, anger flashing in his eyes. "Which idiot did you have sex with that made you like this?!"

He clenched his fists, barely restraining himself.

"Were you raped?" Gabe demanded. "Because no normal Alpha should fuck an Omega to this extent.....bleeding this badly. Sex is supposed to be something you enjoy, not something that leaves you in pain!"

"I wasn’t raped, Gabe," Fred replied quickly, shaking his head. "And besides... I agreed to it."

Gabe stared at him in disbelief.

"I was saving him," Fred added weakly. "If I hadn’t... he would’ve died."

"You saved his life?!" Gabe barked. "You had sex with someone to the point it almost killed you, just to save him? Are you even hearing yourself right now?! And how the fuck is that even possible?!"

His anger flared hotter.

"Who’s the motherfucker?" Gabe demanded. "Why do you care so much about his useless life that you’d sacrifice your virginity for him?"

Fred flinched but didn’t argue.

"I’m really trying to understand you," Gabe continued, his voice rough with frustration, "but I just can’t. This sounds insane to me."

"Just tell me who you had sex with," he added. "That’s all I want to know."

"So you can go ahead and beat him up?" Fred shot back weakly. "Or kill him?"

Gabe scoffed.

"No," he said tightly. "I’m not going to beat him up. I just need to know who he is. I need to see if he was even worth you trying to kill yourself for and I need to know the kind of beast he is and of course I need to know what the fuck he added to his damn dick to make you this weak and look like someone suffering from a terminal disease."

"Terminal disease?" Fred raised an eyebrow with shock in his eyes.

"Oh yes. You look like a ghost! I was thinking why you looked like that before but then you bled afterall and now you look like a motherfucker ghost!" Gabe replied without any care In the world.

Fuck! That’s crazy. Fred thought Inwardly.

"He better be someone worthy," Gabe added. "Because if he’s not, this will hurt me more than it hurts you."

Fred hesitated, then whispered, "The person... is outside this building, Gabe."

The words hit like a blow.

Shock and utter disbelief surged down Gabe’s spine as his eyes widened.

"...What? Excuse me?"

Gabe raised an eyebrow sharply, disbelief flashing across his face before turning into something darker. He let out an incredulous scoff, his lips curling as anger began to seep through his voice.

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say the person who did this to you is in this compound....watching you bleed to death because of something he did?"

He stared at Fred as if expecting him to take the words back.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

Fred swallowed with difficulty, his throat visibly working as his breathing became shallow and uneven. His face had gone pale, sweat beading at his temples as his strength continued to drain away.

Gabe stiffened.

"The person... is among those we sent out of this room just now," Fred added, his voice growing even weaker by the second.

The words hit Gabe like a punch to the chest.

Before he could react or explode....the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the door.

"The doctor is here, Gabe!" Alex’s voice called out urgently from the hallway.

Both Gabe and Fred turned their heads toward the door at the same time.

"He should come in, please," Gabe replied quickly.

Almost immediately, the door opened and a middle-aged man stepped inside. His expression was serious, his movements efficient as he shut the door firmly behind him, sealing the room off from the others.

"Please check on my friend, Doctor," Gabe said urgently, wheeling his chair backward to give him space. Frustration flickered briefly across his face as he watched helplessly.

The doctor moved to Fred’s side and conducted a thorough examination....checking his pulse, inspecting his pallor, and lifting the fabric stained with blood. His frown deepened as he worked in silence.

When he was done, he straightened and turned toward Gabe.

"He engaged in vigorous sexual activity despite being physically weak," the doctor said, his tone grave and unyielding. "That alone placed excessive strain on his body, and it has affected him severely."

Gabe’s jaw tightened.

"In addition," the doctor continued, "I found traces of poison in his bloodstream. That is also contributing to the bleeding. However, it can be neutralized. I’ll prescribe medication for that."

Gabe’s and Fred’s eyes widened.

"The best course of action now," the doctor added calmly, "is to help him bathe properly, change the blood-stained bedding, and then administer a drip to work alongside the medication I’ll prescribe."

"Fuck... poison?" Gabe muttered under his breath, rage simmering beneath his composure.