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A Day In The Life Of Omega Remi! Episode 2 - Alpha Quinn Caught A Cold!

10:34

The duvet tricked Remi into thinking it was still early, bunched up over her head and blocking all the light as she dozed. One innocuous roll onto her side revealed the sun was up and yelling at her to do the same. She said a word that her alpha would be shocked by and leapt out of the covers. The clock didn't need to tell her the time, she already knew she was late. Shamefully late.

She was certain there had been no wake-up call from her alpha this morning. That was laziness talking, she thought, pulling on her clothes. Excuses, excuses, her old alpha's favourite word.

Apologies weren't good enough anymore. Excuses were an insult. Only hard work and humble punishment acceptance could right wrongs when you had made as many mistakes as Remi.

11:02

“Omega!” came a yell from upstairs.

Remi froze in place. Vacuum still roaring in her hands. Alpha was… home?

She dropped the vacuum, picked it back up, switched it off, and ran up the stairs, slipping on the carpet a few times in her hurry.

Alpha Quinn's bedroom door was shut, and a knock only got her a groan in response. Remi decided to enter, her alpha had called her, she obviously wanted her for something.

Inside the immaculate white room, in the centre of the enormous bed, was Alpha Quinn. She was curled up with her blankets all the way to her chin, the almost-white hair that seemed to grow out of her head neatly combed was sticking to her skin in ripples and flicks. Despite her bulk, she looked... almost... frail. Remi hurried to her side with her heart in her throat.

Alpha Quinn’s bleary eyes bore into her and she felt her stomach drop. Not even midday and she was in trouble already. She really was trying her best, she truly didn’t mean to do wrong. Remi felt a tremble claiming more and more territory over her body as she watched Alpha drag herself up in bed.

The question remained loud and obnoxious in Remi's brain: why was Alpha Quinn still in bed? This wasn't like her at all. It was not an omega's place to question, though, and especially not when she had clearly been called in to be scolded.

“Sorry… hate that word," Alpha Quinn mumbled, her words almost sounding slurred with sleep. "But I called y'er name and you didn't respond." She nodded Remi closer. "Come ‘ere."

Remi approached slowly, nervously, the realisation that this would not just be a verbal punishment dawning on her in a cold sweat.

Alpha Quinn rolled closer to the edge of the bed and stretched out her arm. Remi flinched, squeezing her eyes shut but holding still. A hand grabbed her sweater and yanked her forward, into the bed. Remi’s eyes snapped open in time to see the covers folding over her, trapping her in an oven-like enclosure between her alpha and the bedding. Alpha Quinn wrapped her long arms around Remi’s frame and pulled her just a little closer, resting her chin on Remi’s head.

“Too noisy. Sleep more.” Alpha Quinn’s voice was gravelly... but soft.

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

Alpha Quinn hummed above her, the vibration of it reaching her hair.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Remi whispered.

“S’fine.”

The heat radiating from Alpha's body, paired with the thick winter duvet, lulled Remi into drowsiness like too long in a hot bath. Occasionally, she would be roused by a cough or a sniff from above. Mostly, she slept safe in the scent of her alpha. Her nightmare night came back to her, Alpha Quinn arriving to the rescue, and the strange sensation of her face being tickled as she drifted off for the second time that night...

12:40

When Remi awoke, she was alone in her alpha’s bed. The borderline unbearable heat had vacated and the duvet was cloud-like, it surrounded her in Alpha Quinn’s human scent: gardenia and sandalwood. Remi had read the words off the glass pot of cream that sat on Alpha’s white dresser when she left the morning after her nightmare. There were miniature versions of it dotted around the house and Remi had formed the naughty habit of sniffing them when she was alone. The sweet and earthy scent was addictive. But it smelled better on Alpha Quinn, mixed with her real, biological wolf scent.

With a two-footed kick, Remi managed to dislodge the duvet enough to climb free and go on the hunt for her alpha.

She found her in the kitchen, coughing and hacking into the sink with a scrunched ball of kitchen roll in one hand. She wiped mucus and snot onto it and tossed it into the garbage. The kettle was bubbling in the corner of the counters.

Remi clung to the edge of the central island. "Alpha, are you feeling okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, just-" A harsh, scraping cough cut her off. "Just a little sniffle, I'm fine now I've had some extra sleep."

Scepticism was not appropriate for an omega to share with their alpha, but Remi's came from concern.

"Alpha, maybe more rest would make you feel even better."

"I'm okay, Remi, really. I reckon I could even get a half-day of work done from my laptop after a coffee."

Remi winced at her words.

"What about a nice herbal tea instead? Chamomile? Maybe elderberry? They're both very good for the flu."

"It's not flu. I don't get sick. It's a sniffle."

Remi nodded obediently. "Honey and ginger are very good for sniffles, Alpha."

Alpha Quinn hummed a negative tone, but didn't completely reject the idea. She was dosing out her coffee, moving much slower than usual. Remi crept behind her to the cupboards, rummaging for ingredients. If she could find any combination of honey, ginger, garlic, lemon, mint, cinnamon... she could concoct something to help her alpha. A tonic, a tea, a topical treatment.

She was left to play in the kitchen when Alpha Quinn wandered out with her coffee. She left a half-full mug out for Remi, which she topped up with milk and sugar once Alpha Quinn was out of sight. Coffee was growing on Remi, but it still wasn't as good as hot chocolate. Not that she would ever admit that to her alpha.

13:17

Back in bed, Remi found Alpha Quinn half-asleep with her coffee lukewarm on her bedside table. It was a sad victory that her alpha had given in and returned to rest, and very obvious that she was really unwell. Remi carefully lowered her tray of treatments to the duvet. Then, she began a presentation like the ladies in the TV adverts that came on in between the real shows, displaying the treatments she’d made. Alpha Quinn had told her they were not supposed to be entertainment, just convincing you to buy things, but Remi found them just as entertaining as the 'game shows.'

"I made you a honey, lemon and ginger tea." She placed her mug beside the coffee and pushed it a little closer to the edge for Alpha Quinn to grasp at.

"Thanks, Remi."

"And this is an ointment to go on your feet and chest and just a little behind your ears-"

"Remi, I don't need nursing, I'm fine."

For the sake of her alpha’s health, Remi ignored her.

“Please rest and let me help, Alpha.”

Alpha Quinn said nothing, so Remi took herself to the end of the bed. With thumb and finger pinches, Remi pried up the bottom of the duvet

“Remi.” A weak growl. “Don’t touch my feet.”

“It’s a washcloth, Alpha,” Remi reasoned. A washcloth soaked in ointment.

“Remi, don’t touch my feet with a washcloth.”

“Please, Alpha,” Remi begged. She couldn’t stand by and watch her alpha suffer. She needed to be allowed to help.

“Remi, please don’t touch my feet with a washcloth.”

“No-” Remi hopped up onto the lip of the bed, perched between her alpha’s feet, to look Alpha Quinn in the face… down into her face. It immediately felt like inappropriate omega behaviour. “That’s not what I meant. I am saying please let me take care of you.”

Alpha Quinn’s eyes were unfocused, her skin clammy, and her hair mussed. It made Remi feel sick to see.

“Please.” Remi whispered.

From the pillow ditch her alpha’s head was buried in, she gave a weak nod with an exasperated sigh.

Remi dipped the small cloth into the steaming bowl on her tray, scooping up a few of the mint leaves bobbing on the surface as she did. Gentle sweeping motions of the soggy cloth soaked Alpha Quinn’s feet in hot water, mint, lemon, and just a touch of chilli powder. She let the mint leaves remain where they stuck to Alpha Quinn’s skin. Usually she would advise rubbing them in until the skin was covered in minty grit, but she was already pushing the boundaries of good behaviour as it was.

Next, she gave the same treatment to Alpha Quinn’s hands, pulling them slowly out from under the covers. Sometimes she would glance up and Alpha Quinn was watching her, other times she seemed to have drifted off into a light sleep.

When it came time to apply the mixture to her chest, Remi wondered if she should wake her and ruin her rest.

“Alpha,” she breathed.

No response.

Well, she had tried.

Remi mounted the bed again, this time at Alpha Quinn’s side, and shimmied the duvet down to her alpha’s waist. A plain white tee was rumpled over Alpha Quinn’s top half, blocking Remi from suitably treating her. Creeping across the bed, Remi stretched one foot over Quinn’s hip until it reached the mattress on the other side, and lowered herself in tiny increments until she straddled Alpha Quinn with her bowl balanced between her palms. Her alpha didn’t react to the new weight settled on her. Each deep, slow breath lifted Remi a little from below.

Remi squeezed the bowl between her knees to steady it and lifted the white tee free from Alpha Quinn’s stomach. It was deeply lined with muscles, not as prominent as they were in action… like when Alpha Quinn did yoga or her exercise routines… and sometimes things lifted or shifted just for a moment… and Remi got to see what her alpha could look like…

The steam from the bowl was overheating her face and the tee was stuck.

Underneath them both, the back half of Alpha Quinn’s top wouldn’t budge, and the body hole wouldn’t stretch further than the band of the ‘sports bra’ Alpha Quinn was wearing. Remi respected her alpha’s commitment to follow human traditions… but wearing breast-holders at home was something she hoped wasn’t enforced on her. Remi didn’t have the kind of chest that needed support, but humans expected nipples to be hidden.

Remi tucked the tee into the bra band and took to wetting the skin that covered Alpha Quinn’s ribs. A sudden, hard snore rocked the bowl and Remi for a few seconds, but she squeezed her knees at Alpha Quinn’s sides and gripped her treatment until it passed and regular breaths returned.

Relieved, Remi sighed to herself. When she looked up, her alpha was staring at her.

“Remi.”

Her name was pronounced like a gurgle, but she still understood it. No one had ever used her name so many times as Alpha Quinn, Remi could hear it even in a mumble if it was her alpha.

“Yes, Alpha?” she whispered.

“What’re you doin’?”

“I’m putting this remedy on your chest, it will make you feel better.”

Alpha Quinn reacted at a delay, staring at Remi for the longest time before grunting, “’kay,” and closing her eyes again.

“I’m going to p-put my hands… in here.” Remi pressed her fingers under Alpha Quinn’s t-shirt collar. “Is that okay?”

“Mmh.”

“Alpha?”

A weary groan. “Remi.”

“Oh, nevermind.” Remi slid her hands along her alpha’s collarbone. “Just checking.”

“You’m coo…”

Remi frowned down at the white tee that was quickly turning transparent, and her pink fingers beneath.

“Pardon, Alpha?”

“You,” Alpha Quinn croaked. Then a cough racked her and rocked Remi atop her. “Cute.”

“Oh.” Remi attempted to continue with her work.

Alpha Quinn’s eyes opened again for a few seconds. “Mmh.”

“I see,” Remi answered uncertainly.

Alpha Quinn’s eyes closed again. “Mmh.”

“R-rest well, Alpha.”

Alpha Quinn said nothing else. Remi finished her coating and covered her alpha back up, chin-to-toe, with her duvet. The room was steamy, and the windows would need to be opened in a bit. Not yet, though. Alpha Quinn needed to stew in the concoction that Remi had layered on her first, or it wouldn’t work.

She swapped the herbal tea for Alpha Quinn’ half-filled coffee cup, gently confiscating it from the patient completely. A finger of mint and olive oil behind each of Alpha Quinn’s ears and across her temple, and Remi retreated to wash up and prepare cool towels for her alpha’s face.

18:57

Alpha only seemed to drink her teas and tonics when Remi was in the room. Whenever she left, Alpha Quinn somehow managed to forget that her medicine was right there.

Her strength was returning, though. The long sleep she’d taken during the day had been the most help. Now she needed to flush her system, if only she would drink her tea without Remi’s supervision.

19:18

A deep, painful rumble in Remi’s stomach doubled her over for a few seconds. She was so hungry her stomach might actually be eating itself. No, she’d been hungrier than this before. Her body had forgotten what it was like back then, used to Alpha Quinn’s kindness.

There was no breakfast in plastic wrapping in the fridge for her in the morning. No lunch as Alpha Quinn slept through the middle of the day. And if Remi was hungry, she shuddered to think how her alpha was feeling.

A thin broth, she decided. Lots of vegetables and water would be best for an alpha on the mend.

20:49

Between chopping and checking on her suffering alpha, it took much longer than usual for Remi to prepare dinner. Once it was finally finished, she rushed it into two bowls and hurried upstairs.

Alpha Quinn ordered her to eat in bed with her, and fell asleep again with her empty bowl balanced under her chin. Remi cleared the plates and tucked her in.

21:33

The house was clean, tomorrow’s remedies prepared and refrigerated or stored in small jars, and Remi’s entire body throbbed with exhaustion. She almost fell asleep in her bath twice.

Before she could go to bed, she had to check on her alpha just one last time.

From the door, it was too dark to see anything. Remi tiptoed to the bedside and knelt to get a closer view of the fresh cool towel laid over her alpha’s head. She watched her alpha sleep easily, breathing clearly and deeply…

Remi’s face sunk into the poufy white duvet under her elbows. The burn of her knees against the carpet and the ache of her curved spine couldn’t keep sleep from taking her right there on the floor…