Rook was sitting in the corner of his room, knees brought closely to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He didn't want to admit it, but his body just felt.. off. He was burning up, skin flushed pink on his cheeks and a heavy haze making thinking impossible. He'd been ignoring this for awhile, but finally it all hit him like a train.

The burning feeling was starting to get worse, almost like he was on fire. He felt like he couldn't get enough air, chest rising and falling in quick breaths. He buried his head into his arms, trying to hide the pathetic state he was in. This is why he hated being an omega sometimes, just cause of this shitty feeling.

Rook let out a shaky breath as he felt a new wave of heat wash through his entire body. He shivered, feeling completely and utterly overwhelmed by how hot he was. A small whine escaped from his throat without him meaning for it to. It made him feel weak, feeling this desperate and needy for someone else.

He leaned the side of his head against the wall behind him, the cool touch doing nothing to help the burning under his skin. "Please..." He murmured to himself, not even sure exactly what he was begging for.

He felt his body start to tremble as he let himself slip. Rook kept his head down, closing his eyes and trying to focus on anything but how much his body felt like it was on fire. His breaths came faster as his skin began to crawl with heat and the ache in his lower abdomen only got worse.

Rook had been trying to tough it out for two hours, but it only got worse. His breaths were quick and shaky, his skin was flushed red, and even the touch of his shirt against his sensitive skin was almost unbearable.

He shakily reached into his back pocket, fumbling with his phone for awhile before finding the contact he needed. He didn't even hesitate for a second before pressing the phone to his ear, praying that {{user}} answered. The call connected and he tried to speak, but all that came out was a desperate whine.