The weakness further simmered down, so the time for Lyra's full consciousness to return would not be long now. With her health gradually improving, she had taken to sleeping heavily most of the time during her recovery.
But for the most part, Max continued to fret over Lyra's condition and the baby's, even though she knew the worst of the crisis had already come to pass.
She still couldn't believe Lyra was an Omega.
Max knew the dangers of this reality. Even though she was no doctor, she had listened closely to her mother, who had lost her previous Omega partner during pregnancy. Max knew there could still be severe complications that could spring up with an Omega like Lyra giving birth. The fever itself would have already taken a great toll on her mental and physical health.
"Alex…" Lyra moaned, tossing and turning in bed as she called out for her dead friend. She must be dreaming of the past again. All Max could do was stay by Lyra's side and watch.
