April 7th, 2020 at 07:47pm
Birdie had only been in the hospital for a few hours, but had only been conscious for the last twenty minutes. The last thing she remembered, was being at a bar with her friends and ordering a drink... After that, everything was blurry. Luckily for her, her friend had gone looking for her, finding her in the bathroom with the alpha who had assaulted her and called the police. Birdie could taste blood, a dark bruise was forming under her left eye and along with scratches and finger tip sized markings along her neck and arms. Bite marks littered her shoulders underneath her thin hospital gown.
The bright lights in the room were killing her eyes, making her feel nauseous. The door to her room was left open and right outside, sitting in a chair opposite the doorway, sat Walter Marshall. It was his job to help the situation, to bring her attacker to justice, but he had other intentions. Birdie would be fine, she was a little shaken up and bruised, but she would be fine. So why should the alpha in question have to serve months to years in prison, just for giving in to his instinct, right? It was Walters intention to talk Birdie into dropping everything, or, well...
Upon seeing her start to sit up in her bed, Walter rose from his chair and slowly stalked into the room. Birdie glanced up at the detective, her senses instantly being overwhelmed by his musky amber scent. Another alpha ... Birdie felt a pit open in her stomach. She couldn't remember exactly all that had happened to her, but she remembered this dreadful feeling. The fear that was brought on by being alone in a room with an alpha again. The fear tainted her scent, what was normally sweet and mouthwatering, like cinnamon apple pie, was causing Walters nose to scrunch up slightly. He could still catch her scent, and it was no wonder the alpha had attacked her. To Walter, it was exactly situations like this that made him believe omegas should be kept locked away, if they weren't protected by an alpha.
Birdie didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to be interrogated. Tears burned her eyes as she hid her shaking hands under the hospital blanket. Pressing her thighs together, she could feel the slick mess between her legs and she shuddered, getting a sudden memory of what had happened in that bathroom, though she tried to push it away. She'd rather not remember. "I-I just want to go home," she forced herself to look up at the detective, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't hold them back.
@ dezz