Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 72: He must avoid s**

’That’s crazy!’ Gabe thought Inwardly with anger written all over his face. ’How could he be poisoned?!

"Alright, Doctor," Gabe said after a brief pause, his voice steady but strained beneath the surface. "Can you assist him to the bathroom so he can take a bath? I wish I could help myself, but..."

He gestured bitterly toward his legs, his fingers curling slightly as if the movement alone cost him effort.

"I’m in this condition," he added quietly. "Crippled."

The doctor raised an eyebrow, his expression flickering with mild surprise before settling into professional neutrality.

"What about the men outside?" he asked calmly. "Can’t they help? I didn’t bring a nurse with me since I was told it was only a case of high temperature."

"Oh no, please," Gabe said immediately, shaking his head with urgency. "That won’t be necessary. Don’t worry....I’ll pay you for this service. I’ll fill the bath myself. You only need to guide Fred while he bathes. I’ll also change the bedsheets before he’s done."

The desperation in Gabe’s eyes was raw and unmistakable....too honest to be ignored.

The doctor hesitated, studying him for a moment, before letting out a slow sigh.

"Very well," he said at last. "I could call for nurses, but it would take time before they arrive. Delaying the drip wouldn’t be ideal."

Gabe nodded quickly, relief flashing across his face. Without another word, he wheeled himself toward the bathroom.

He filled the bathtub with warm water, testing the temperature carefully several times to ensure it wouldn’t shock Fred’s weakened body. Once satisfied, he scattered rose petals across the surface of the water. The faint floral scent bloomed instantly, filling the bathroom with a gentle, soothing fragrance that softened the sterile atmosphere.

The doctor soon guided Fred into the bathroom, supporting most of his weight as they moved slowly. Fred winced softly when his feet touched the tiled floor, but he didn’t protest. His body was weak, yet he trusted the hands guiding him.

The doctor eased him into the bath, his movements careful and practiced. He gently scrubbed Fred’s body, mindful of every flinch, making sure not to worsen his condition or stress his already fragile system.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Gabe worked quietly. Despite his condition, he stripped the bed with trembling hands, carefully gathering the blood-stained sheets. He refused to linger on the sight for long, forcing himself to focus as he placed them into the washing machine in the bathroom.

Fresh sheets followed.....clean, neatly spread, and smooth beneath his palms. He made sure everything was perfect before wheeling himself back to the bed, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

When the doctor finally guided Fred back into the room and helped him laid down on the bed, Fred looked visibly exhausted but cleaner, calmer. The doctor dressed him in an oversized polo shirt that hung loosely on his frail frame, making him appear even smaller than he already was.

Without wasting any time, the doctor prepared the drip and carefully inserted the needle into Fred’s vein.

As if it were a miracle, the bleeding had completely stopped.

It wasn’t as though it hadn’t slowed since last night, but now....finally....it was gone. Fred could feel it himself. His strength was slowly returning, his limbs no longer burning with unbearable heat. The fever that had tortured him for what felt like forever was finally gone.

In reality, it had been over an hour.

Waiting for the doctor to finish had paid off.

"Thank you so much, Doctor," Gabe said the moment the doctor stepped back. "So... what next?"

"You should cook for him or simply order food," the doctor replied, releasing a heavy sigh. "He needs to eat properly before taking his medication. And," he added firmly, "he should stay away from anything sexual for now."

Fred stiffened slightly at that.

"Until the poisonous substance leaves his body which I will still have to investigate properly....he must avoid sex entirely," the doctor continued. "Sexual activity could reactivate the poison. If that happens again, it could be far more dangerous than this time, especially if it hasn’t fully left his bloodstream."

That bastard Damien.

There’s no doubt that the substance he added to the omega drinks really was poison?

Fred’s jaw tightened, anger flashing across his face as the realization sank in.

I didn’t even drink the wine... yet I was still poisoned.

Does that mean the poison transferred from his body into mine?

And if that’s the case... what about the omegas and alphas at the club? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

They drank the poisoned drinks directly. Does that mean the poison inside the alphas will be passed to the omegas they slept with too making it double poison?

How cruel... How absolutely cruel.

"Alright, Doctor," Gabe said quietly, forcing his thoughts back to the present. "Thank you so much. I truly appreciate it."

He gave a slight bow, despite his seated position. "I’ll go cook something for Fred now. Alex can follow you to get the drugs, but please make sure you wrap them properly before handing them to him."

The doctor paused.

"Make sure he doesn’t see what the drugs are for," Gabe added in a lowered voice. "The men outside don’t know my friend is an omega. They believe he’s an alpha."

"I know already, Mr. Gabe," the doctor replied calmly. "I noticed traces of suppressant in his blood used to hide his omega scent."

Gabe’s expression tightened.

"But let me be clear with you," the doctor continued, his tone serious. "He needs to stay away from suppressants for now. Continuing to use them in his current condition could be life-threatening."

Fred’s fingers clenched against the bedsheets.

"If he goes into heat," the doctor added, "he should simply take a day off and stay home. It’s not that bad. There’s nothing wrong with being an omega."

He exhaled heavily before continuing.

"The reason I’m insisting on stopping suppressants is simple: they won’t even work right now. Not with poison still lingering in his body. Until he heals and his glands recover, he shouldn’t even think about hiding his scent."

How the fuck am I supposed to live then?! Fred thought inwardly with his eyes still widen open in shock. That bastard Damien caused this!

"Thank you, Doctor," Gabe said sincerely, bowing again. "We’ll take your advice."

The doctor nodded in response, satisfied.

"I’d like to stay in the living room," Fred suddenly said, his voice steadier than before. "My strength is coming back."

Before anyone could protest, he pushed himself up from the bed. The doctor immediately rushed to support him, guiding him carefully as Fred stood.

"Are you sure about that, Fred?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow as he gently helped Fred grab a blanket. His movements were careful, attentive. "You can just rest here. Your bed is far more comfortable than the couch."

"I’ll feel more alive looking at you and Alex, though," Fred replied quietly, his voice soft but sincere. "And I also want to watch a movie to lighten up my mood."

Gabe hesitated for a moment before nodding, and the doctor did the same. Without another word, the two of them slowly made their way out of the bedroom, guiding Fred toward the living room.

The moment the door opened...

"Hi, Fred."

Damien was the first to stand up, rising from his seat almost instantly as soon as he sensed movement.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, genuine concern evident in his voice and posture.

Instead of answering, Fred turned his gaze away from him.

Deliberately.

He refused to meet Damien’s eyes, his lashes lowering as he shifted his focus elsewhere. Without a word, he allowed the doctor to guide him toward the couch. His steps were slow, unsteady, but determined.

Once seated, Fred carefully laid down on the couch. Gabe immediately covered him with the blanket, tucking it gently around his shoulders as if afraid even the smallest movement might hurt him.

Don’t tell me the one responsible for Fred’s condition is Damien...

Gabe’s hand clenched tightly at his side, his fingers curling into a fist as the thought hit him like a blow.

Is this supposed to be revenge? For Fred smashing a flower vase on his head?

No. No, that doesn’t make sense.

Nah... I refuse to believe that.

He doesn’t even know Fred is an omega.

Gabe inhaled slowly, trying to push the suspicion away, forcing himself to think rationally.

But... what if he knew?

The thought lingered longer than he liked.

"Alex," Gabe said suddenly, breaking the thick tension in the room. "Kindly escort the doctor out. He’ll be handing Fred’s drugs over to you."

Alex blinked once, then nodded quickly, already on his feet. "Alright."

He gestured for the doctor to follow him, and the two of them soon exited the living room, the door closing softly behind them.

The moment they were alone,Gabe felt the urge of violent which was overwhelming.

I really wish I could pin him to the wall right now and strangle him.

Gabe’s gaze remained fixed on Damien, who hadn’t noticed the hostility radiating from him. Damien’s eyes were instead locked on Fred....on the redness around his eyes, the way tears shimmered at the edges, stubbornly held back.

Fred was trying so hard not to cry.

If it’s really Damien...

Gabe’s jaw tightened.

Then he wouldn’t walk away from this. Not free. Not alive in my book.