Blue pulled away at last, licking her lips and sighing very softly. She blinked up at Omega with glassy, glazed eyes, then dropped her forehead to his shoulder, suddenly exhausted beyond measure. But a stifled sob still traitorously escaped, though it seemed that all the violence had evaporated.

At least for now.

"...'m tired," she mumbled against him, slowly going limp in his arms. Curling in on herself again, she shuddered once, twice, then softly hissed with the return of the muscle pain, making her whimper with the sharp spasms.

She could hear Owen outside, and Dr. Gwen was undoubtedly still with him, waiting for them to come back out, but all Blue really wanted to do right now was go back to sleep. And pray that the nausea medicine kicked in, and soon.