Getting out of the hospital was a task. Both Luis and Maxwell had to help Andrew stumble through the hallway, with security a few feet behind them. Andrew knew that it was for them, or him more specifically, but he also knew it was probably soothing to the omegas who were littered all over this part of the hospital.
Andrew's breathing was affected, his lungs pulling in deep pulls of air but he wasn't getting any relief. He felt like he was drowning on land. All the air he breathed was disgusting. Besides Maxwell's scent.
"Soon Baby. We're almost to the car. You can breathe as much of my pheromones when we get there. Keep it together until then, alright?" Maxwell's tone was firm, but encouraging and Andrew whimpered, too far gone to worry about what his Mother-in-law was going to think of him.
