Takato was in that small room standing in front of the bed. He was wearing his school uniform but without a tie or vest, and just as his older brother had asked him to, he wore his large black leather collar around his neck, secured with a padlock. Mr. Shiroi lay recumbent with an IV in his left wrist, totally unconscious.

- Fortunately you were able to bring him in time for his stabilization - Says the doctor, while she read the papers she was holding in her hands - But something like this happens again, I am afraid that the Omega will not be so lucky.

- Shiroi - Says Takato, listening to the diagnosis.

- This is completely common in most of them, since they are usually marked very easily by the Alphas and are then abandoned after the bite.

The doctor stops reading the papers for a moment and goes to the bed where Shiroi is, places her hand on her patient's forehead and after frowning, she walks away and begins to write something on the papers already mentioned.

- Just as is the case with this Omega, right? - Said the doctor.

- His name is Shiroi - Takato says once again.

- This is yet another case of an Omega who suffers from the “abandoned brand syndrome”. Here it is written that the Omega has a 5 year old son.

She was referring to little Rem, who was currently sitting in the hallway seats outside that room, drawing with his new color box while patiently waiting for his mother.

- Do you know if the child's father is the same Alpha that bit the Omega? - She asked.

- I don't know - Takato answers briefly.

- Does the child maintain contact with his father currently?

- I do not know.

- Do you know at least who the child's father is? Who is the Alpha that bit the Omega? When was the bite? ... Do you know anything about this Omega?

- I know his name is Shiroi, not "this Omega" as you have been calling him - Takato replies somewhat annoyed - I'm sorry I couldn't help you with more information.

- What a rude brat! - Exclaimed the doctor - Oh, I see, Another Omega right? In the form you have placed that you are a direct relative of the patient, in fact, it says here that you were his younger brother. What kind of direct relative are you if you can't answer a few simple questions?

- Is it important what kind of direct relative I am? - Takato showed an expression of anger and despair - Please doctor, just tell me, what is happening to my older brother and how can I help him?

The doctor frowns even more pronounced than the last time, begins leafing through the papers in her hands and turns her back on Shiroi's bed and Takato.

- Omega suffers from the “abandoned brand syndrome” and judging by this decline, the brand has been abandoned for a long time, many years I would say. His body has been stabilized by the serum, but it is a very aggressive medicine and can only be applied once every 6 months. He must remain in a lot of rest to control the symptoms that this produces. I will prescribe to him a series of medications for anxiety, anemia and the constant relapses that he will suffer from now on, it will be expensive, but it is necessary. But the most important thing of all is that he must avoid at all costs being in contact with the Alpha hormones that mark him. Since the brand has been abandoned for so long, his body will feel extremely anxious when perceiving those pheromones, which will cause another one to decay like this one. If that happens before the minimum 6 months have passed to reapply the serum, then the Omega could die.

- I understand - Takato says, with a serious and lost expression.

- AH, this is so annoying - The doctor sighs and walks towards the door - Having to repeat this over and over again because of the constant neglect of these annoying Omegas. They should make it illegal or something, for sure everyone would end up in jail and we would get rid of this plague once and for all. Or better yet, charging them double for this would at least serve to make us doctors a millionaire.

- AH! - Little Rem shouts when he realizes that the doctor is leaving the room - Doctor! Are you done? Did you give my mom an injection?

The boy's voice was strong and sharp, with strong enthusiasm overflowing from him, while the doctor, on the other hand, seemed tired, stressed and in a bad mood, enough to repudiate that childish voice that was directed towards her.

- I'm not afraid of injections because my mom tells me that it helps me to cure my cold! Will that also cure my mom's cold, doctor?

- How pathetic - the doctor murmurs.

- It's been a long time since Uncle Takato, mom and I came here, was it difficult to cure my mom and that's why it took so long, doctor? Look! It even gave me time to finish this amazing drawing.

- It shows that you will be an outcast Omega just like your mother - The doctor says, while completely ignoring the boy and continues on her way - They reproduce like pests.

- Doctor? - Rem says in a low voice, as he watches the doctor walk away.

Rem holds his sketchbook with both hands tightly and looks out the bedroom door, gets up from the seat and goes inside where his uncle and mother are.

- Mommy? - Says the little boy, but without receiving a response from anyone.

A person was lying on the high bed, which was difficult to see due to the small stature of the child. Takato was in front of the bed, there was a comfortable sofa to his right, where the relatives of the hospitalized were supposed to sit for comfort, but Takato preferred to stand, facing Mr. Shiroi, watching him.

- Uncle Takato? - Rem says, standing next to Takato and holding his hand - Why isn't my mommy awake yet? Has the doctor not given him an injection? That always works for me.

- Rem - Says Takato, noticing the presence of the little boy next to him - Don't worry, the doctor has given him a medicine, you just have to wait.

Fortunately, Rem was too young to understand the situation and was not tall enough to see that his mother was in deep sleep because of the strong medicine, his face was red and he was sweating profusely, the fever was going down, but very slowly, his body was probably very tired and sore from the fever and his condition. Sometimes you could see expressions of pain on Mr. Shiroi's face, slight whining sounds and movements of his face from one side to the other.

- Rem - Takato says, bending down a bit to head correctly towards his little nephew - I have to go to the pharmacy that is on the first floor to check some prices. Will you take care of Mr. Shiroi for me while I'm gone?

- Yes! I'll take care, Uncle Takato!

- If something happens, be sure to call the doctor right away. I will come back as fast as I can.

- Yes, Uncle Takato!

Then, the boy goes to the door. In the distance, rapid and loud footsteps could be heard approaching. The sound was getting louder, and evidently they were getting closer.

- Mr. Shiroi! - A familiar voice was heard exclaim, at the same time that both bodies collide at the entrance of the room.

The body of the person entering was taller and heavier, causing Takato's small, slim body to be pushed back after the crash.

- Watch out! - Exclaims once again the same familiar voice as before.

Then his hands wrap around Takato by the waist preventing him from falling from the push.

- Takato? - Says the same voice as before.

Takato is paralyzed by that voice; his hands were on the chest of that person who still has it around his waist. He wanted to look up and confirm his suspicions but fear was holding him back, his hands trembling as he gripped the folds of that huge, long green jacket.

- Are you okay? - Asked that voice, with a tone of sweet and worried voice.

Takato finally looks up, hearing those words. His heart was beating with great force and speed. That sweet scent enveloped him completely and began to affect his senses.

Finally their eyes made contact. Takato was staring into those beautiful pink eyes that he hadn't seen in over two years. His hair was longer, but it was still the same striking red color. Height was the biggest change, Takato now had to look very high if he wanted to see his face clearly.

- * Definitely * - Takato thought, as he continued to look at that beautiful boy who was still holding him in his arms - * It's you, right? ... Norio? *

- AH! - Norio shouted, quickly moving his hands over Takato - Sorry! I'm so sorry! It was not my intention to touch you that way!

Takato is silent, while lowering his gaze, he uses his right hand to cover his mouth and nose, taking a step back. Norio's strong scent was everywhere and still continued to affect his senses, his temperature increased, his body sweated, his hands trembled, his repair was forced and his strength decreased. Then Takato finally walks past Norio and runs down the long hallway.

Norio watches him walk away, with that typical expression of pain that he always used to use in the past when he looked at Takato. The little crybaby who had left for London to start his university studies at just 14 years old, was now a handsome young man of 17 years much taller than before.

- That expression on your face - Norio says in a low voice, remembering Takato's expression when their gazes met for the first time after almost three long years - You ... Do you still hate that I touch you?

Norio looks at his right hand, the same one he had used to hold Takato by the waist and prevent him from falling. The hand emanated a slight apple-green scent, very soft, sweet and bright. Norio places his right hand on his nose, while closing his eyes he inhales slowly.

- Do you still hate me so much? Norio continues to whisper.

Norio then gently licks his own hand, right where the scent Takato had left was most pronounced.

-Who are you? - Says little Rem, standing just in front of Norio.

Norio reacts, and his eyes widen and shine excitedly as he sees the little boy standing in front of him. Then he runs and crouches down in front of Rem giving him a strong and suffocating hug.

- Rem!!! - Exclaims Norio, hugging him even tighter.

- Hmg, I can't breath… - Rem tries to say, but stops - Norio?

- What do you mean Norio? - He says, releasing Rem from the suffocating hug - I'm Uncle Norio.

- You are not my uncle - Rem says, and then remains silent for a long time, thinking - Are you Norio?

- Of course I am - Says Norio - Don't you remember me anymore?

- But ... How have you grown so much?

- Ah, that's because I...

- My mom says that I am growing very fast because I always eat my vegetables ... - Rem says impressed by the height of his old friend - How many vegetables have you had to eat to grow like this? I also want to grow fast like you.

Norio is silent, quickly gets up and looks inside the room.

- Mr. Shiroi? - He says, remembering the reason why he had come here, when he heard little Rem talk about his mother.

Norio speeds into the room and stops right in front of the bed. His eyes crystallize as he looks in detail at each part of Mr. Shiroi lying unconscious on that bed. He gently takes Shiroi's left hand, then leans down and rests his face on that numb hand.

- It´s okay - Says the little Rem located to the left of Norio - Uncle Takato said that the doctor has already given my mom good medicine, and that we just have to wait.

Norio looks at Rem and smiles sweetly with his eyes about to shed tears. He wraps Rem around with his left arm and hugs him gently, while still holding Shiroi's hand.

- Then here we will all be just waiting for him to wake up - Norio says as his tears fall.