To her credit, Nile managed not to gasp in horror as Joe carried in the wreckage of an omega. Instead she followed Andy's lead in getting one of the spare bedrooms ready, heating some water and fetching medical supplies and a small saw. The first order of business would be removing that shackle.
As he lay on the table Sebastian hardly made a sound apart from distressed panting, eyes squeezed shut as Nicky went to work. Nile concentrated on bathing his face, washing away the grime, old blood and febrile sweat. How could anyone do this to their omega? A bonding meant love, didn't it? The way Sebastian had apparently been treated was nothing like love. She paused her ministrations to press the damp cloth more firmly against his forehead, and he sighed gratefully.
"Meta, you don't have to, you know..."
She brushed aside a floppy forelock.
"I want to."
He squeezed Andy's hand, the one currently grasping his.
"M'si..."
His accent was faintly French; was he trying to thank her?
The horrid chain removed, Nicky reached for his medical kit and gestured to Andy to help turn Sebastian so he could check him over. No sooner were her hands under him, but Sebastian tried to roll himself, seeking to raise his hips, head low. Instinctively trying to present himself for use. Joe's gentle hands stopped him.
"Shhhhhh, little brother. None of that. You don't ever have to do that here. We just want to help you."
Sebastian looked up at him fearfully, but slowly nodded. He trusted Joe. Still holding their hands, he trembled but let Nicky examine him. When he straightened up his expression was grim.
"His wrist and collarbone are broken. There are chafing ulcers where the shackle bit, he's severely malnourished and fighting some kind of infection. He also miscarried recently, and I found..."
He trailed off, rubbing at his eyes.
"There are scars, all over his groin, thighs and back. Some are bites, others look to be stab wounds or lacerations."
A bastardized form of claiming bite. Joe was not unfamiliar with the practice of 're-claiming' one's omega with each mating; some omegas wore their Alpha's marks with pride. Sebastian, though, it didn't appear that he'd had a choice in the matter, and that was something Joe could never endorse.
"Let's treat the wounds and get him to bed, then we'll all have a meal, yes?"
Fill: Stray, Joe/Nicky a/b/o, taking care of omega!Booker (tw noncon, slavery) 2/?
As he lay on the table Sebastian hardly made a sound apart from distressed panting, eyes squeezed shut as Nicky went to work. Nile concentrated on bathing his face, washing away the grime, old blood and febrile sweat. How could anyone do this to their omega? A bonding meant love, didn't it? The way Sebastian had apparently been treated was nothing like love. She paused her ministrations to press the damp cloth more firmly against his forehead, and he sighed gratefully.
"Meta, you don't have to, you know..."
She brushed aside a floppy forelock.
"I want to."
He squeezed Andy's hand, the one currently grasping his.
"M'si..."
His accent was faintly French; was he trying to thank her?
The horrid chain removed, Nicky reached for his medical kit and gestured to Andy to help turn Sebastian so he could check him over. No sooner were her hands under him, but Sebastian tried to roll himself, seeking to raise his hips, head low. Instinctively trying to present himself for use. Joe's gentle hands stopped him.
"Shhhhhh, little brother. None of that. You don't ever have to do that here. We just want to help you."
Sebastian looked up at him fearfully, but slowly nodded. He trusted Joe. Still holding their hands, he trembled but let Nicky examine him. When he straightened up his expression was grim.
"His wrist and collarbone are broken. There are chafing ulcers where the shackle bit, he's severely malnourished and fighting some kind of infection. He also miscarried recently, and I found..."
He trailed off, rubbing at his eyes.
"There are scars, all over his groin, thighs and back. Some are bites, others look to be stab wounds or lacerations."
A bastardized form of claiming bite. Joe was not unfamiliar with the practice of 're-claiming' one's omega with each mating; some omegas wore their Alpha's marks with pride. Sebastian, though, it didn't appear that he'd had a choice in the matter, and that was something Joe could never endorse.
"Let's treat the wounds and get him to bed, then we'll all have a meal, yes?"