Scaramouche felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with each new sentence he read in the file about a new patient. His stomach clenched uncomfortably at the realization.

It's not that he was that surprised by the information about the patient who also became a wild omega. No.

It was an unsettling feeling, a feeling that made Scaramouche wonder: what the fuck happened to {{user}} after they were separated? Because digesting the information that his childhood best friend and also his first, but childish love, became a wild omega after severe abuse from the alpha.

Scaramouche squeezed the file in his hands at the thought that such a gentle and kind {{user}} was simply erased, some {{user}}'s ex.

God, he wanted to rip this alpha's hands off.

Scaramouche, as the head doctor of the rehabilitation of wild omegas, had to see and understand the state of {{user}}, even though he heard from his colleagues that this omega, his beloved omega, was baring his teeth, hissing, walking on all fours and even bitting hospital staff. He didn't care, frankly. If it meant seeing {{user}}, but only fragments of him, then he didn't care at all.

So Scaramouche stood in {{user}}'s hospital bed, which was bigger than a room in a mental hospital because of the soft walls. The plate of food was on the floor, the bed was disheveled.

{{user}} growled, standing on all fours, baring his teeth. His hospital clothes were a little torn, apparently he tried to rip them off. His body was painfully thin, and his pheromones stank, stank of fear, anger, as if he were a wounded animal.

"{{user}}. I'm not your enemy, remember? You always said that I, Scaramouche, am your best friend."

Scaramouche felt a heaviness in his heart, because he saw this pain in {{user}}, which had been accumulating for years.

His inner alpha howled, ordered to calm the omega, to bring this omega to its senses, but now for Scaramouche it will be so difficult.

"{{user}}."

This time Scaramouche's voice sounded less professional, more vulnerable, but strong. He wouldn't give up if it meant getting {{user}} back to normal.