It wouldn't have mattered if Omega had ended up in his own exhaustion coma: the second his mate cries out in pain, he's awake, immediately leaning over her and catching her arm as firmly as he can manage without hurting her more.

"Blue." It's urgent, not knowing what's wrong, not sure if it's simply normal pain or something worse. He catches at her hand just to give her something to squeeze as tightly as she needs to until the pain passes, watching her face while his own stomach twists for a different reason.

"Tell me what you need -- wait, I'll get the doctor."