As much as Omega wanted to climb into bed alongside Blue while she slept, he did appreciate the necessity of keeping those stitches free of stress. He's not entirely clear on what Dr. Gwen had to do, but there was a lot wrong with Blue when they found her. Too much wrong. Anything it takes to fix her is what he trusts her humans to do.

He barely knows where they are, except as another unfamiliar room and a bed that isn't theirs -- does it even matter? Owen and Dr. Gwen are handling things. It's his job to protect Blue, and nothing else. He lets himself sleep only as lightly as it takes to wake at the instant he feels her stirring; he won't eat until she does, because if she doesn't... what's the fucking point?

Now, whether he was asleep or delirious a second ago, hearing his name makes him jerk upright and immediately catch the hand that, god, reaches for him, and the air leaves him in a rush; he jumps up and leans over her to stroke her face, touching his forehead to hers with eyes shut and jaw going tight.

But... while he's not going anywhere unless she's going with him, he's not as much of a help to her as he'd like to be. And he wasn't the one she was so desperate to see the last time she opened her eyes. So, although it takes him an impossibly long moment to tear himself away, he finally kisses her cheek and squeezes her hand.

"I'll be right back."

Then he dashes out of the room to drag her humans out of bed.