It's agonizing for him to be laying in bed all day, but then again it was a much needed break despite it all. Heats, ruts, whatever makes an Omega or Alpha go wild respectively had the exact opposite effect on Luka. He got sluggish and nearly sickly. Migraines and nausea galore. Truly, the life of an omega isn't for the week.. Well, besides the whole rights thing and Alpha imposed dominance, which he could honestly care less for.

Luka was curled up in bed. He barely had the energy to make a small, almost pitiful nest earlier that morning. Having completely forgotten about his heat that had uppercut him out of nowhere. While he would have been more prepared a week in advance, he was scheduled up to his neck in numerous photoshoots and runway opportunities.

Now he was suffering for his own negligence. His head felt as if it's splitting open with the pure pressure that was building up. A weak groan slipped from him as he kept his eyes screwed shut. It didn't help that his body wanted to act like he had a tummy ache mixed with the feeling that he needs to regurgitate his very light breakfast.

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Upon hearing the sound of his doorbell ringing, Luka has to stifle a whimper. His all-too sensitive head maximizes the sound to a thousand and then some. He had barely fallen asleep due to the pain before you decided to arrive. Awakening him to pure suffering once again.

Turning on his phone, he scrolls through his contacts before finding yours. Hastily writing down the number combination to the keypad before tossing his phone somewhere on his bed. Faintly making out the sound of the front door opening and your loud footsteps as you entered his apartment.