Untitled Part 23
Chapter Twenty Three: Damage
Ukai~
Ukai sat in the waiting room beside Miyo, unhappily sifting through the lists of injuries that the hospital was kind enough to provide. He had decided that he was going to take every speck of proof he had to the University administration-- he wanted the intruding Alphas expelled for their actions. It was the only recourse he had control over-- Alpha on Alpha violence rarely saw police intervention, even with Omegas involved in the violence. It was something he was growing very weary of, especially now, after the night's terrible events.
Hospital Recourse Documents released to Keishin Ukai and Miyo Suzuki as deemed under article 341-2: University Insurance Information: subsection D-59.
Tobio: Broken blood vessels under the right eye, large abrasion to the skin on the left arm (prescribed antibiotic cream, must be monitored for potential skin graft), fractured left elbow, four stitches for laceration on forehead, concussion test came back negative.
Tsukishima: Broken blood vessels under both eyes, four broken fingers on right hand (excluding thumb) set in splints (to remove in eight days), six stitches for laceration under chin.
Hajime: Broken blood vessels under both eyes, one broken rib on right side, one misaligned rib on right side, eight stitches used on forehead laceration, concussion test came back negative.
Yuji: Broken blood vessels under left eye, closed jaw fracture on left side (monitor and return in nine days for check up), concussion test came back negative.
Bokuto: Broken blood vessels under both eyes, broken nose (realigned, monitor for fourteen days, potential for sinus damage), broken index/ring fingers on right side (set in splints, to remove in eight days).
Daichi: Broken blood vessels under left eye, eleven stitches to laceration on left shoulder blade, extracted three shards of glass from lower back (must be monitored, potential for more).
Asahi: Broken blood vessels under left eye, eight stitches to laceration on right collarbone (glass removed prior to stitches), removed seven shards of glass from lower back (must be monitored, potential for more).
Kuroo: Broken blood vessels under right eye.
Tanaka: Broken blood vessels under right eye.
Ukai sighed and flipped through the results once more for good measure. Daichi and Asahi's stitches were a result of their own brawl, after they had smashed into the glass coffee table. Tanaka's facial injuries were from Yuji's sucker punches, and Kuroo's from his attempts to calm a feral Tsukishima. At least they were in the off season of volleyball, Ukai mused as he shook his head with indignation, the boys would practice through the injuries if they had matches-- regardless of anything he said otherwise.
All of this unnecessary damage because a few overaggressive Alphas held warped perceptions of reality-- thinking that they had the right to do whatever they pleased when it came to Omegas...disgusting. Ukai flipped over the bunches of loose paper and shuffled them to the back of the folder. Then, he quickly leafed through the pictures on file, cringing away from a few of the worst ones. Tobio's abrasion, in particular, left him furious...he reaaaally didn't want to look through the Omega injuries.
"Ukai?" A soft voice asked, drawing his attention back to the bright waiting room. He glanced over to Miyo sitting beside him. The raven Omega was filling out their University insurance information for the hospital, her brows furrowed in concentration. "It's bad, isn't it?"
Ukai's mouth set in a hard line. "They're not in as bad of shape as I thought. Blood has a funny way of making things look worse..." He trailed off with a sad laugh, unsure of what else he could say to lighten the mood. They shouldn't have been injured in the first place-- he was beginning to understand just how warped their society really was. "Tobio might need a skin graft, but they won't know until it starts healing. And I guess Bokuto could have some permanent sinus damage, but again, they just don't know right now."
"Oh my...I'm so sorry, Ukai," Miyo whispered, visibly upset yet unwilling her scent to show it. "Really..."
"Oh god, Miyo. Don't apologize. None of this is your fault. The Omegas don't deserve a single bit of blame," he responded sternly, rubbing her gingerly on the back.
The action was forward of him, but he couldn't help himself-- Miyo had such a fragile figure. While he knew first hand just how strong she was, he still maintained a strange, innate desire to wrap her up in his arms and cheer her up.
"Well I, no, we owe you. What you all have done for us-"
"It shouldn't be considered a big deal," he growled out, cutting her gratitude short. "It's fucking ridiculous that Alphas defending unmated Omegas is so rare that the action assumes a thanks."
When Miyo laughed at his frustrated remark, he subtly moved closer to inhale her rainy scent. She didn't seem to mind his hand on her back, found it pleasant, even. However, his friendship with her was becoming exhausting-- a change that he was all too keenly aware of. Recently, he found himself needing to inhale her natural fragrance more and more, yet, he fought against nausea each time he tried. Touching her, even an innocent brush up against her skin, was becoming increasingly difficult-- if not impossible. He wasn't entirely certain of the cause, he never had these troubles before the last week. Why now? Why was the change so sudden and gut wrenching? The more he desired to touch her, the harder it became.
From the moment he had met the raven haired professor, three weeks earlier, he had known that she was already mated. He could smell that her fragrance was permanently ingrained with that of an unknown Alpha. However, as their relationship grew, through their lunch dates on campus and the occasional coffee in the evening, Ukai came to realize that Miyo was no longer actively involved with the owner of the Alpha scent. While she was still technically mated, she and her mate had separated-- the unknown fragrance never renewed itself through scenting...or sexual activity. It merely lingered in the background like an irritating mosquito he really wanted to squash.
He hadn't been interested in the woman, at least, not from the start-- too turned off by her mated scent to even think of her in such a way. Yet, the past week a slow, predatory feeling crept forward from his instinctual mind. One that desired nothing more than to smell her natural fragrance on its own. Unmated. But each time her humid, earthy tones whirled into his nostrils, his unfounded desire to scent the woman was blown back by the unknown Alpha. It was something he had grown to despise with every ounce of his being.
Replace him. Ukai visibly shuddered at the sudden, instinctual command and looked up at the ceiling to distract himself from his spiraling thoughts. Then, he briskly removed his hand from the small of Miyo's back as a wave of nausea curdled inside his gut. Suddenly, an unpleasant thought crossed his mind when he glanced down at the Omega files sitting plainly in his lap. Had Miyo been hurt by her exmate? From what Ukai had witnessed with the kids residing in the yellow house, he already knew the answer.
"Well, I at least owe you lunch," the beautiful, raven haired women suggested, flicking his shoulder with her pen to snap him back to reality.
"I wouldn't say no to that," he replied, doing his best to suppress an instinctual, possessive growl. He subtly shuffled a few inches away from her, turned off by her now vigorous mated scent.
He sighed quietly and scratched at the top of his head in irritation. He just wanted to smell her...was it too much to ask?
"It's a date then," Miyo declared softly before trailing off in thought, looking back down to the forms in her lap.
Ukai lost himself for a few moments, admiring her pink lips as she chewed at the end of her pen in concentration. So what if he couldn't smell or touch, but he could still look, right? A date, he mused as a small smirk snaked across his lips, maybe he could pull some wicked moves and get rid of the disgusting Alpha's scent for good.
Pulling his gaze, with great effort, from the raven Omega's pale features, he glanced down at the domineering file in his lap once more. Taking in a deep breath to ready himself, he shuffled through its contents and pulled out a thick bundle of marked papers.
Omega injuries estimated to heal eight days faster than Alpha counterparts. Bear in mind that this estimation is based on results from seventeen test-groups in the Omega Institute of Health (OIH) research project #113. See aforementioned project for more information: archive number 0009113.
Eight days faster? Ukai had no idea that Omegas healed faster than Alphas. Internally cursing, he added it to his rapidly growing list of Omega information. Why didn't Alpha schools teach this kind of stuff? He was a fully grown, adult Alpha, for christs sakes, he should've been aware of it.
Oikawa: Broken blood vessels under right eye, twenty one stitches for laceration running up left side of face (must be monitored for infection), three broken ribs on left side, tests for concussion came back inconclusive (must be monitored). Heat pushed back an estimated three days to occur in seven.
Heat pushed back an estimated three days-- what on earth did that mean?
"Hey...Miyo..." He questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Mmm?"
"It says here that Oikawa's heat was pushed back three days," he inquired, looking up from the paperwork to pinch the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding from a lingering migraine and Yuji's previous sucker punch to his jaw wasn't doing him any favors.
"Oh, yeah," she started in response, shuffling through her own pile of paperwork. "Our bodies will push back our heat cycles when we're injured. It's...some sort of chemical defense mechanism. Either to prevent us from being forcefully mated by Alphas or maybe....well...our heat is often damaging to our body because we're so out of our minds during it. I don't know, I guess it's possible that our body wants us to be physically prepared before going through it. Honestly, nobody has figured out the answer yet," she rattled off in explanation without looking up from her forms.
The woman could multitask...
Ukai added the information, once again, to his mental pile and continued reading, against his best wishes.
Oikawa: Broken blood vessels under right eye, twenty-one stitches for laceration running up right side of face (must be monitored), two broken ribs on left side, tests for concussion came back inconclusive (must be monitored). Heat pushed back an estimated four days to occur in eight.
Keiji: Broken blood vessels under left eye, five stitches for laceration under left eye. No discernible change in heat: fifteen days.
Yamaguchi: Skin abrasion on right forearm (prescribed antibiotic cream), hairline fracture on right wrist (casted, return in one week). Heat pushed back and estimated two days to occur in eleven.
Nishinoya: Broken blood vessels under left eye, broken thumb on right hand (set in place, to remove in eight days). No discernible change in heat: seventeen days.
Shoyo: Nine stitches for laceration on left side of forehead, tests for concussion came back negative. No discernible change in heat: twenty-three days.
Yachi: Two broken ribs on left side, tests for concussion came back negative. Heat pushed back and estimated two days to occur in fourteen.
Ukai let out another heavy sigh as he reached into the folder to pull out the Omega photos. Shoyo's was the first in the pile, and he visibly winced at both size of the gash on the boy's forehead, and the deep color of the bruise. He quickly glazed over the remaining images, not wanting to analyze them more than he had to, until he reached Oikawa's-- nearly vomiting from the brutal sight. The laceration on the boy's slender face was purple and swollen, running from just under his eye all the way up to his hairline in an angry, twisted mess.
"Are you okay?" Miyo asked gently, placing a hand on his leg in support after smelling his upset.
While he was grateful for her touch, her mated scent burst forward once more, rotting the contents of his stomach in a twisted mess of bile.
"Yeah. Fuck. I'm fine," he growled back and shuffled in his seat, trying to keep his discomfort under control. The Alpha injuries were, on a general scale, worse than the Omegas, but he was used to seeing bloodied up Alphas-- it was natural.
Miyo reached for the folder in his lap and pulled out Oikawa's set of photos. She briskly sifted through them, then tossed them back in the pile without a second thought.
"That laceration is going to scar. He's going to hate that," she said at last with a timid laugh, once again returning her attention back to her large pile of paperwork.
Ukai was shocked by her laissez-faire attitude. Was she...completely desensitized to Omega injuries? Were they really this common?
"It's the same thing with your Alphas..." The raven Omega said plainly without looking up. "You barely flinched at seeing their injuries. I barely flinch at seeing the Omega ones."
Had she smelled his thoughts?
"Yeah, but it's different..."
"You're right. We both should be flinching at all of the injuries. The violence was completely unnecessary."
Ukai laughed at her abrupt, honest comment-- she was absolutely right.
"Okay. So...according to this," she continued, reading off the marked up page in front of her. "They're discharging Yachi in the next hour...and Yamaguchi's cast should be done soon."
Ukai piled up the papers in his lap and happily shoved them into the folder. "And Oikawa?"
"He hasn't woken up yet. I'll have to talk to the doctor."
"Okay, I'll drive Yachi and Yamaguchi home. Oh, I guess Keiji is still kicking around too. I'll bring him as well. You and Suga stay? I get the feeling you want to," he said, flashing the beautiful woman a cheeky grin to lighten the mood. She looked so very tired. It was nearly 10:00am and neither of them had slept a wink.
"That would be great, I have to finish the insurance paperwork, anyways. And I know Suga isn't going anywhere without Oikawa," Miyo replied with her own, kind smile. "Make sure you tell that kid, Daichi, that Suga is safe. I could smell his panic the moment we sent him home without his Omega."
"Yeah, they're awfully close to mating..." Ukai agreed with a chuckle-- the two kids made a decent pairing.
"Maybe...don't tell Hajime the details on Oikawa either, okay?" Miyo added with a pained expression, the stress lines of her face pulling against her pale skin.
She was right. Hajime was barely keeping it together as it was. They had to send the poor kid home with the other Alphas because his scent was devolving too readily with each passing hour.
When Bokuto had told Ukai about the Alpha's frantic state after Oikawa had been injured, he almost didn't believe it-- Hajime was well known for his intense regard over his instinctual composure. Breaking down, crying, and howling out in anguish? It was almost unbelievable. Almost. Ukai could tell that the boy had developed an intense bond with the chestnut haired Omega, beyond anything he had ever seen and, after today, he could certainly attest to the Hajime's control. The boy had lasted far longer than any normal Alpha would under the same circumstances, there was no need to push his limits any further with unnecessary information.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," he replied at last, nodding his head in agreement. "You'll call me the second you get an update?"
"Of course. We're a team, Ukai."
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