'Why Didn’t You Say?' maybe o!jack, a!tim, o!rhys ?
Jack had been acting strangely lately.
Both Rhys and Tim had long grown use to the omega’s irritability and volatile mood swings, casting between cheeky annoyance and pissy rage attacks, but lately they’d both been thrown for a loop with the sudden change in Jack’s demeanor. He moped about the house more than usual, draping his body limp over the couch or curling up in bed, blankets wrapped about him like a cocoon. He kicked at Rhys whenever the other omega tried to invade his space, but instead of launching into a verbal tirade or trying to prove his dominance by pinning Rhys down against the bed, he merely retreated back into his blanket nest and curled up even tighter.
Finally, after a couple of days, Timothy found himself both frustrated and concerned about the omega’s state, so he’d scoured the surprisingly empty bedroom one day after work with Rhys at his heels. Finding the bed deserted had at first been a surprise, and Tim was on the verge of freaking out when Rhys had yanked open the closet door, revealing a lump of blankets and pillows and several of Tim’s suits and sleeping shirts, crowned by a tuft of brown hair and a pair of irritable, red-rimmed eyes that peaked out above one of Tim’s maroon sweater vests.
“Go ‘way,” Jack had groaned, trying to burrow himself deeper into the nest only for Tim and Rhys to carefully flank him, the omega squeezing himself into the remaining space between the nest and shoe rack, while the alpha’s strong arms slowly propped Jack up. Tim rested his cheek against the top of the bundled omega’s head, nuzzling into his hair to get his scent all over his mate.
“You feel really warm…” Tim commented, brushing his hand over Jack’s forehead as he took a curious sniff at the air.
“Mmmm…fine…” Jack groaned, weakly trying to push at his two mates, but the constricting comforters got in the way. He glared accusingly at his own nest, before giving up and flopping back against Tim’s shoulder.
“You’re clearly sick. He’s sick, Tim.” Rhys replied, ignoring how Jack glared at him. Tim shook his head, shifting Jack more fully against him.
“You should have told us,” Tim admonished, earning him a snort from Jack but nothing more, most of the fight and sass draining under the wear of his illness. The omega’s body slowly unwound, his labored breathing gradually evening out against Timothy’s neck as the omega finally got some decent sleep, allowing himself to be lulled by the presence of his two mates.