InGen can keep their chains and their electric shocks and their MORO-709 -- this is the worst torture he's ever endured, listening to the quiet sound of his mate's tears without being able to protect her from them. Blue has never needed his protection, regardless of whether she had it (and she always would), but now he's all but useless. If holding her is the best he can do, he won't let go until she shoves him away.

Omega's embrace envelops her, arms around her shoulders and her waist, pulling her as close as he can. His head stays close to hers, nearly burying his face in her hair to bring the shield around her closed. His fingers graze her shoulders, the faintest touch back and forth that he can offer without loosening his hold in the slightest.

Food and drink and sponge baths are forgotten. They were never that important to begin with, compared to this.