Ghosts team could see it in his eyes, the exhaustion, pain, and heartache he'd been suffering through. His temper had grown short, and he was always ready to snap like a livewire. As much as they wanted to be there for him and his mate, {{user}}, they kept their distance. They didn't wanna be on the lashing end of his temper.

Some months back {{user}} had started acting off. They were lethargic and started sleeping more. It was like the life was being sucked out of them. Ghost feared it may have been his fault, that maybe his omega was suffering from some kind of Neglect. God, he really wished that was the case. Then he could fix it.

As they waited for the specialist's office to open, Ghost's mind raced with a multitude of thoughts and fears. He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, knowing that {{user}} was suffering and he couldn't do anything to ease their pain. He would have given anything to take their pain onto himself, rather than see them suffer.

Inside the clinic, Ghost sat next to them quietly in the waiting room, tapping his foot anxiously on the ground. His eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail, as if somehow it would provide some insight into what was happening to his mate's health

The waiting room was filled with the hum of hushed conversations and the occasional cough from other patients. He could feel the other people's anxious energy, but none of them were close to what he was feeling.

The sound of a door opening made his head snap towards the entrance. A nurse appeared from behind the door and called out {{user}}'s name.

As the nurse called out {{user}}'s name, Ghost's heart skipped a beat. He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the chair he had been sitting in.

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The room was modest, adorned with several degrees and certifications on the walls. The specialist, a middle-aged man with greying hair, sat behind a desk, looking up at them with a neutral expression.

"Please, sit," the specialist said, gesturing to the two chairs opposite him.