60- Forced

The procedure began that very next morning. Ryan was allowed breakfast, and was once again forced to use the bedpan. Then he was wheeled out of the room bed and all, separated from both Scott and his teddy bear, to get prepped for the omega ward. He'd see Scott again once things got underway, but he was bummed about having to leave the stuffed animal behind. He'd grown rather fond of it the past few days.

The ward itself had three consecutive areas for patient security. The first set of doors had the bright pink "Omega Safe" logo on the windows, and had a key card lock. The first area was a security station. Behind the second doors Ryan was given a very thorough bathing, even having his chest binding and head bandages redone before being transferred to a new bed. The whole thing was done by nurses in full PPE, who while gentle, were very impersonal about the matter.

He was then passed through the third doors, and to a completely different set of nursing staff. Everyone here seemed to be wearing the PPE suits. It was an odd scene, almost like in a sci-fi movie where they were examining aliens. You could hear the sounds of at least two other patients who were mid-heat. At least he wouldn't be the only one here...

He was set up in a room of his own, complete with plastic curtain. His limbs were put back in those aggravating traction supports, even his left arm, which was only cast at the wrist. Monitors were being hooked up, and the heartbeat one sped up noticeably as Ryan realized he hadn't seen Scott's face behind any of those clear plastic masks hovering around him yet. Where was he? Wasn't he supposed to be in on all this?!

"Calm down, Hot Stuff. You're okay, you're okay..."

In an instant, Scott was there, stroking Ryan's cheek with his gloved hands, looking down tenderly at his fiance while his breathing left little puffs of condensation on his plastic face mask. Ryan's heartbeat slowly went back to normal.

"You ready to get this party started?" Scott asked with a smile.

"As I'll ever be..." Ryan forced a grin. Whether everyone else was wearing PPE or not, it was kind of scary to think he was going to purposely go into heat with so many people around.

Scott retrieved a gas mask from one of the nurses. "This isn't going to smell like me, but I promise it'll get the job done. We'll trigger your heat with these synthetic pheromones, then once we're sure they've taken effect we'll go ahead and sedate you, okay?"

Ryan nodded, but the heart monitor beeps increased ever so slightly. Scott placed the mask over Ryan's nose and mouth, applying gentle pressure.

"Breathe normally, Hot Stuff. Don't fighting it. We get this mess over with and then I get to take you home."

Ryan was blindsided by how quickly it worked. It was almost worse than getting hit over the head with a pipe! In an instant he felt his front get hard and his back get dripping wet. Scott was right here! He needed Scott inside him so badly! He freed his left hand from its support and clung to the plastic covering Scott's arm with his free fingers desperately. He needed relief!

Scott took Ryan's hand firmly and resumed stroking Ryan's cheek as he directed the nurses to start the sedation. Within moments, Ryan went from fidgety and uncomfortable, to relaxed, and finally to sleep. Scott returned Ryan's hand to the traction sling. Work wasn't over yet.

Ryan's mask was replaced with oxygen lines, and his vitals were checked before moving on to the next step. Another device was added to the myriad of machines Ryan was currently hooked up to. It was an ingenious thing, an internal plug that worked in conjunction with the heart rate, breathing, and bed movement monitors. Enough activity on all three devices, and it would vibrate until the patient experienced an orgasm. Scott got the opportunity to attend a lecture by the guy who invented it once.

Ryan's rear was lifted and Scott inserted it slowly. Ryan made a little noise at the sensation, and Scott apologized to him, knowing he couldn't respond back.

The next part, Scott specifically didn't tell Ryan about. The body can, and will, produce liquid waste during a heat. Females can be catheterized so long as you put an absorbent pad underneath them, but that doesn't work with the male anatomy since they have just one tube for everything. Ryan was put in a diaper.

Scott was hoping Ryan was under enough not to notice, but as the final checks were done and the nurses moved out leaving just the two of them together, Scott saw Ryan's lips moving just a little. He got in close, putting his plastic covered ear up to Ryan's mouth, trying to catch what he was saying. At first he couldn't make it out, then it clicked.

Over and over, Ryan was repeating one word: "Geese."

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Almost two weeks after being admitted, Ryan was finally allowed to go home. A cold front had come through, so he was all bundled up in some oversized clothes to accommodate his casts, sitting in a wheelchair waiting for Scott's parents to bring the car around. His bear was zipped into the coat with him. The flowers and balloons he'd been given had long since wilted and been disposed of.

He'd gotten his stitches out after his heat, and was thankful for the beanie currently pulled low over his head. He hadn't been allowed a decent look at it before, but it wasn't a pretty injury. He just hoped when his hair grew back it would hide it some. Of course, his hair looked weird now with that one patch cut so close to the skin. Scott promised to take him for a haircut once it healed a little more.

A police officer was waiting with them. Ryan's identity had somehow been leaked to the media while he was in the hospital, and two reporters from different news outlets had already been chased off. It was a headache on top of an already delicate situation. Ryan had made it clear to Scott that he didn't want to be interviewed, or at least, he wasn't ready to be interviewed. Scott was determined to honor that.

Scott tapped his fingers against the wheelchair's handles as they waited. While Ryan was in the omega ward, he'd been very busy prepping his apartment. His parents and Ryan's friend helped. They got the furniture rearranged, and installed accessibility devices in the bathroom.

His parent's lawyer had been meticulous in getting things moving. They were still waiting on a court date for the assault, but she'd found a way to get Ryan out of his lease, and they had plans to go over later this week to clean it out. Scott had been cleared for family medical leave, so literally all he had to do was take care of his fiance.

He was worried about Ryan, though. He'd been very quiet after his heat. He wouldn't try to hold a conversation, and his appetite dropped. The hospital ruled out infection, so the plan at this point was to keep an eye on him, spoil him rotten, and hope his mood improved, since he didn't seem to want to tell anyone what was wrong.

A big SUV pulled up to the patient loading zone, Scott's mom waved from the passenger's seat.

"That's our ride!" Scott said with a smile, bending over the wheelchair to look at Ryan upside down. "Ready to go?"

Ryan's lip quirked upward a little. "I guess so..."

Scott leaned forward enough to kiss Ryan's nose, then wheeled him out of the hospital's automatic doors. His father had gotten out of the car by now to help get Ryan loaded up.

Getting Ryan in the car wasn't too hard. Scott simply scooped him up and shimmied into the back seat with him. Scott's dad loaded the wheelchair into the back of the SUV while Scott got Ryan and himself situated. It wasn't exactly legal, but the only way to fit everyone in the car while making sure that Ryan could stretch his legs out was for Ryan to sit in Scott's lap. Scott didn't complain, and their officer escort helpfully looked the other way. After strapping himself and Ryan in, he gladly cradled Ryan close to his chest, conscious of his broken ribs. Almost two weeks, and Scott didn't get a single night next to his fiance.

"What do you say we all go out to lunch, our treat?" Gail suggested once her husband got back in the car. "Ryan sweetie, we'll go wherever you want!"

"You don't have to do something like that for me." Ryan picked his head up from where he buried it against Scott's neck to protest the idea.

"Nonsense!" Howard rebutted. "We've got to get the taste of that hospital food out of your mouth! Wherever you want to go, just name it."

Scott nudged Ryan's cheek with his nose in encouragement, prompting him to respond.

"I guess there's one place I wouldn't mind going..."