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"I don't need your help, Mike," Will snaps as he hefts the canvas up into his arms. It's bigger than the usual ones he carries, but he finds this morning his patience is completely fried—like it honestly has been for the past couple weeks.
Mike is only walking him to his class like normal, offering to carry his stuff which Will usually allows, but over these past weeks he's found it stifling.
"Okay, no need to bite my head off, Will," Mike murmurs and Will can hear his own annoyance threaded through the words even as he keeps the volume of them low. Will finds his head snapping to look at his boyfriend anyway, fangs baring as his temper hits a new high.
"Go to class, Mike," he hisses, whipping his head away from the Alpha and picking up his pace as much as possible as he storms off from him.
"Will. Will! Come on," Mike calls after him, and he can hear the sound of the other's shoes thud against the paved path. A hand lands on his upper arm, and he swings around, lips curling even further back as another hiss escapes him.
"Will. Baby. Come on." Mike's hand releases its grip on his arm and moves up to curl around his neck, his thumb settling on his gland and comfortingly rubbing over it. Will can feel himself relax in Mike's hold and guilt crashes over him.
"Sorry. Sorry, Mike. I- I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just…"
"Stressed?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry." He can feel his eyes becoming wet, his arms sagging as the weight of everything weighs down on him.
"Hey, Will, it's okay. Come on, gimme the canvas. I know, midterms are coming up, but you're doing so good, babe. Your professor won't know what hit him," Mike rambles as he plucks the canvas out of Will's arms easily this time around. The nervous sentences soothe Will and he lifts a hand to wipe at his eyes.
"Come on, let me walk you to class. I'll come get you for lunch, okay? It didn't escape me that you didn't eat breakfast this morning," Mike continues, his tone becoming stern towards the end.
"I wasn't hungry. I felt nauseous. I think because, ugh—I don't know, everything."
Will begins to lead the way again, but this time he stays side-by-side with Mike as they tread the familiar path to his morning class. He knows he hasn't been eating as much lately, which has worried Mike, but he's really felt like he can barely stomach anything. The anxiety of doing well on his assignments and exams have really flooded his brain, and consequently his stomach, preventing him from eating.
The walk is short as they come to a stop outside the dingy building that houses Will's art classes.
"I can bring it all the way in, baby," Mike assures and Will flushes at the pet name now that his mind is clearer. He always finds the way they slip off of Mike's tongue with ease endearing and the way he says it so softly doesn't help.
"I got it, Mike. Don't be late to your own class," Will says back, holding his arms out to take the canvas back. Mike leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Don't forget," he starts as he pulls back and reaches a hand to tuck a strand of Will's hair behind his ear. "Lunch after class, okay?"
"Yeah, I got it. Go to class, Michael," he teases and watches as his boyfriend's nose scrunches up at the use of his full name.
"Watch yourself, William, or else lunch will be the dining hall's gross meatloaf," Mike jokes back and Will shivers. Literally everything else in the cafeteria is fine, except for that damn meatloaf.
"Yeah, whatever! Bye, Mike. Love you," he calls out to him before turning on his heel and pushing his way inside. He hears Mike call back a Love you too! as the doors clang shut behind him and he treks his way to his classroom.
Will spends most of his morning trying to wrangle his creative mind to actually produce something useless for his upcoming midterm, but instead finds himself staring at the canvas for majority of the class.
His seatmate, Katie—a fellow Omega and utter sweetheart in all circumstances—talks to him on-and-off, and he finds himself replying with clipped, one word answers or hums of agreement. His head had started to ache thirty minutes in and feels slightly lightheaded, which hadn't helped.
The brief levity he'd felt with Mike had disappeared as quickly as it came, and now he finds himself back to being irritable with everything once again. It ratchets up even further as he glances at the clock to find class is over, their professor announcing it as well.
"Feel better, Will," Katie says softly as she gathers her supplies and Will manages to wish her the same, a feeling of shame washing over him at how stupid he's acting. He keeps his eyes on her as she heads towards the exit, then perks up as he spots Mike, who stops to greet Katie.
A random and rare spark of jealousy rears its head as he observes them and sees Mike shoot a smile towards the other Omega; rationally, he knows they're just acquaintances from the few times Mike's offered to help her and a few other students with their supplies like Will's, the rest of them always teasing Will for his helpful Alpha, but his emotions are running utterly wild today.
He stands quickly and hears his stool scrape loudly at the action. As he stands though, black spots fill his vision, as if someone's dabbed watercolor straight onto his eyes, and the lightheadedness he'd been nursing completely overtakes him.
He feels his hands fly out to try and grab something as his legs give out beneath him, but he only succeeds in smacking his hand hard into the wood of the stool before he slams into the floor and finds himself fully passing out.
He comes to and feels his head pillowed on something soft. He feels weak, but still tries to drag his hands under him to push himself up.
"Hey, hey, baby, stay down," he hears, hands coming to press him back down and he whines. His head is pounding now, and he struggles to pry his eyes open.
His eyelids slam back shut at how bright it seems, then he tries again as it seems to dim. As his eyes fully open, he sees Mike above him. His long curls are pulled forward, helping to cover some of the fluorescents that seem to sear Will's retinas. His Alpha's face is mostly blank, but his furrowed brows and sour scent betray the fear that Will can read clearly.
"Is he okay?" He hears someone ask, and this time he groans as he recalls the fact he just fainted—in class.
"Okay, everyone, you're dismissed, go, shoo," Professor Shay's voice commands, then there's the shuffle of feet as they listen.
"I called 9-1-1, they should be here soon." The professor's voice is softer as she talks to Mike, and Will lets his eyes slide back shut. It's as if fainting has fully drained him, and he feels exhausted.
"Thank you, Professor," Mike responds, and Will feels the other's hand settle onto his forehead as if testing his temperature before he runs his fingers through Will's hair. The soothing sensation causes Will to become even more boneless, a soft sigh slipping out of him.
"Hey, Will. Are you okay?" Mike asks, his voice quieter but closer. He blinks his eyes open to find Mike's leant closer to him, the teacher having left while Will was lost in his own mind. She most likely went to go wait and grab the medical team, and Will sighs heavier than before.
"'m okay," he mutters. "Just tired."
"Yeah, I bet. Jesus, you gave me a scare," Mike nervously laughs, and Will whines in apology at that.
"Sorry," he whispers and Mike leans further in to press a quick kiss to his forehead.
"Will, please don't apologize. It scared me, but you didn't do it on purpose. Let's just… figure out what happened, yeah?"
Will weakly nods. He hears the classroom door creak open, then there's a flurry of activity as the medical team floods into the room.
"Hey, honey," an older Omega says as she kneels beside the two of them, the rest of her team hovering or doing something in the background, and Will tries to muster a smile towards her.
"We're gonna get you out to the ambulance, okay?" She turns her attention towards Mike as he introduces himself as Will's Alpha and dutifully answers any questions she has even as he helps Will to stand and climb onto the stretcher they've managed to wheel in.
Mike's hand finds his as he stays by his side as they push him out, and Will finds himself flushing as he sees the small crowd that's gathered around the ambulance and building.
"Go to your classes!" Professor Shay shouts, moving towards the crowd and he sees as some of the people crane their heads trying to spot him, even as they sheepishly start to disperse.
The EMTs get the stretcher into the back of the ambulance and he watches one of the Alphas of the team help pull Mike up into the back, allowing him to stay close to Will.
The rest of the team gravitate towards their spots and the doors slam shut, the engine rumbling before the ambulance starts to drive. Will can remember that the hospital he'd spotted outside of campus before isn't too far away, so hopefully the ride is short.
He allows the medics to connect him to an IV and read his vitals, finally finding his words and helping to answer their questions as well.
The same Omega woman from before stares at a little device she had used to take some blood from Will, then looks up at him.
"Your blood pressure and iron seem a little low. Have you had your heat recently?" She asks, and Will opens his mouth to reply before he hesitates. He realizes he actually hasn't.
He doesn't think he's gotten it this month and tries to calculate how long it's been past the estimated week. He finds his eyes flicking over to Mike and meeting the Alpha's, his brows somehow furrowed even more.
"I… don't think he has," Mike answers for him. "It would've been two weeks ago."
"When was his last heat?" She asks, tone kind but clinical. As Mike goes to answer, considering he's the one who keeps better track of it than the brunet, Will's mind clicks as it puts the pieces together.
"Oh, fuck," he blurts out, and Mike's attention snaps to him. Mike's grip tightens on his hand as he whimpers the other man's name.
"Will?" Mike asks, glancing at the female EMT as if she can solve the issue. Will keeps his gaze on Mike though.
"Mike," he grits out again, his own grip tightening as well. "Mike, I missed my heat."
Mike stares at Will, then Will gets to watch as his understanding dawns on the other. His brows do a weird, quivering dance as his eyes widen. Disbelief fills his face, mouth falling open.
"Holy shit," Mike breathes out. "Oh. Holy shit. You're pregnant."
With the statement now out there, Will is sure he goes pale and the lightheadedness returns.
"Okay, while a congratulations is in order, let's take a breather," the medic urges as she hurriedly checks Will's vitals again. He jerkily nods and tries to deeply inhale.
He's pregnant, sure. Why not?
He finds though, the idea isn't too bad as he glances at Mike again and finds the Alpha offering a shy smile.
"You're pregnant," he whispers, this time excitedly. He shakes their intertwined hands and Will huffs out a small laugh.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."