What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 74: Dumb Saviour!

Chapter 74: Dumb Saviour!
The evening air was cool as Elias and the other students trudged back to the hotel from the health centre, their footsteps were heavy with exhaustion.
The day had been long and chaotic, especially for Elias, who still felt the weight of the Dr Carter incident on his shoulders. His white coat was stuffed into his bag. The group’s chatter was subdued since everyone was worn out from the demanding work at the understaffed hospital. Only two days remained before they’d return to campus, and the thought brought Elias a mix of relief and anxiety... he couldn’t afford another flare-up of his heat.
As they approached the hotel’s entrance, the group headed straight for the restaurant, their stomachs growling after hours of work. The smell of grilled chicken and warm bread wafted through the air, promising a much-needed meal.
Elias lingered at the back, as he kept glancing at his watch. He was happy to see that there was no beeping but he knew it was only temporary.
’Two days,’
he thought.
’Just hold it together for two more days.’
He already made up his mind to sleep with an Alpha just to get rid of his heat once and for all and he won’t be able to see it for another three months. It was better than going through this every week.
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Before they reached the restaurant, the hotel manager, a short man with a nervous smile, approached Dr Harris.
"Excuse me, Dr Harris," he said, his voice polite but insistent. "I need to speak with Mr Elias."
Dr Harris raised an eyebrow, turning to the group.
"Elias!" she called, waving him over. "The manager wants a word."
Elias’s stomach dropped, his mind immediately jumping to Nathan and the mess he’d left behind. He stepped forward, forcing a neutral expression as Dr Harris introduced him.
"Is there a problem?" she asked, her tone cautious but trusting.
The manager shook his head, his smile widening. "No problem at all. I just need to talk to him for a moment."
Dr Harris hesitated, her eyes flicking to Elias. She wanted to get worried, but then remembered the incident with Dr Carter and the way Elias had handled himself.
"Alright," she said, nodding. "I’ll leave you to it. Elias, come find me if you need me." She rejoined the group, leading them into the restaurant, though her glance back showed a flicker of worry.
Elias turned to the manager, his heart racing. Before the man could speak, Elias blurted out, "I’m sorry about keeping the first aid kit. I’ll return it as soon as I get to my room."
The manager laughed, a warm sound that eased some of Elias’s tension.
"It’s not about the kit, son," he said, waving a hand. "No worries there."
Elias’s brows furrowed, his mind racing.
"Then... is it the bed?" he asked, his voice low. He could still picture the blood-soaked sheets.
The manager nodded, his expression softening. "Yes, but it’s already been taken care of. In fact, it was paid in full."
Elias’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and suspicion washing over him.
’Nathan,’
he thought.
’He must’ve handled it before he left.’
He’d left his phone in the room purposely without a password and he was sure Nathan had used it to arrange things.
"Okay," Elias said, his tone cautious. "So, there’s no issue then?"
"None at all," the manager said, his smile reassuring. "I just wanted to confirm it was sorted. You’re all set."
Elias nodded, his mind already elsewhere.
"Uh... Thanks," he said, turning to leave before the manager could ask more questions. "I’ve gotta go eat."
The manager opened his mouth, as if to say something else, but Elias was already walking away, his thoughts consumed by Nathan.
’He’s gone,’
Elias told himself, a strange mix of relief and disappointment settling in his chest. Nathan had been a lot... flirty, arrogant, and way too comfortable despite being half-dead... but he’d also been... interesting.
Elias shook his head, pushing the thought away.
’I don’t need to get mixed up with someone like him. I shouldn’t get involved with popular people. Especially not after what happened with Viktor.’
The memory of Viktor’s controlling nature was enough to make Elias wary of anyone with that kind of charisma and influence.
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In the restaurant, the students were already seated, their plates piled with food. Elias joined them, sliding into a chair near Jace and Rowan, who were deep in conversation about the day’s work.
The room buzzed with chatter, but Elias kept to himself, picking at his chicken and rice. His mind kept drifting to Nathan... how he’d left without a word, how he’d paid for the bed.
’Who even is he?’
Elias wondered.
’Some rich kid, probably. Maybe a celebrity, since he didn’t want the media to know about him,’
Dr Harris stood at the head of the table, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention.
"Listen up," she said, her voice carrying over the noise. "You all worked hard today... harder than I expected. Tomorrow, you can sleep in. We’ll start two hours later, so get some rest."
A cheer went up from the students, their tired faces lighting up.
"You okay?" Rowan asked, leaning over, his voice low. "You’re staring at your food like it insulted you."
Elias blinked, forcing a laugh.
"Haha! Very funny. I’m just tired," he said, taking a bite to avoid more questions. He could feel Jace’s eyes on him too, the concern in his gaze almost suffocating.
"You sure?" Jace pressed, his tone softer but insistent. "You’ve been quiet all day. And after that thing with that pervert doctor..."
"I’m fine," Elias said, his voice sharper than he meant. He softened it, meeting their eyes. "I’m serious. I probably just need some sleep."
Rowan and Jace exchanged a glance, their worry clear, but they didn’t push further.
’They’re worried about my heat,’
Elias thought, his frustration growing.
’I can handle it.’
He finished his meal quickly, eager to escape their scrutiny.
"I’m heading to my room," he said, standing. "See you guys tomorrow."
"Sleep well," Rowan called after him, his tone light but his eyes serious.
"Yeah, let us know if you need anything," Jace added, his voice heavy with concern.
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Elias nodded, waving them off as he left the restaurant. When he unlocked the door, he was relieved to see the room had been cleaned... the blood-stained sheets were gone, replaced with crisp new ones, and the air smelled faintly of cleaning products.
’Nathan’s work,’
he thought, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile.
He dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed his phone from the cupboard, noticing the missed calls and texts. The group chat was still buzzing about the Dr Carter incident, and he skimmed through the messages, his chest tightening at the concern from his classmates. Jace and Rowan had sent individual texts too, but he ignored them, focusing on the call log.
One number stood out... a recent outgoing call to someone labelled
"Unknown."
’Nathan must’ve called someone,’
Elias thought, his suspicion confirmed.
’Probably his assistant or manager. A guy like him doesn’t travel alone.’
He hesitated, then typed a quick text to the number:
E:
Hey! This is a message to your boss. Thanks for changing the bed. Hope you won’t forget my hoodie. I want it huge. Drive safe!
He hit send, then tossed the phone onto the bed, a wave of frustration washing over him. Nathan had left without a proper goodbye, and it bothered him more than it should.
’Why do I care?’
he thought, running a hand through his hair.
’I just met him. He’s probably some spoiled rich kid who’ll forget about me by tomorrow.’
Elias groaned, flopping onto the bed. The clean sheets felt good,
.
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Meanwhile, near midnight, Viktor’s sleek black car pulled up in front of the matching centre. The building was familiar to Viktor... he’d been tested there years ago when he presented as an alpha. He glanced at Nathan, who was unfastening his seatbelt, his movements slow from the pain of his stitches.
"Thanks again, man," Nathan said, his voice warm despite his discomfort. "You really came through."
Viktor’s expression was stone-cold. "I don’t care," he said, his tone clipped. "Hurry up and get out. I’ve got work to finish."
Nathan grinned, undeterred by Viktor’s attitude. "You’re such a softie under all that grumpiness," he teased, reaching for the door handle. "I owe you one."
Before Viktor could respond, his phone dinged with a new message. He pulled it out, his brows furrowing as he saw the text from Elias’s number.
Unknown:
Hey! This is a message to your boss. Thanks for changing the bed. Hope you won’t forget my hoodie. I want it huge. Drive safe!
His jaw tightened, irritation flaring.
’Boss?’
he thought, his eyes narrowing.
’When did I become Nathan’s damn boss?’
Nathan noticed Viktor’s expression and leaned over, curious.
"What’s that? A message from my saviour?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.
Viktor held the phone out, letting Nathan read the text. Nathan’s grin widened, and he immediately started typing a reply, his fingers flying over the screen.
"I’ve gotta let him know I’m okay," he said, his voice eager.
Viktor snatched the phone back before Nathan could finish, his glare sharp.
"Get your own phone," he snapped. "You send that, he’ll reply, and you’ll be chatting on my phone all night."
Nathan pouted, leaning back in his seat.
"Come on, man, I just wanna talk to him. He saved my life."
Viktor ignored him, leaning across to open the passenger door.
"Out," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now."
Nathan sighed dramatically but climbed out, wincing as he moved.
"You’re no fun," he muttered, shutting the door. Viktor didn’t wait, peeling away from the curb without another word. Nathan stood alone in front of the matching centre, his hand on his stitches, his mind still on Elias.
Viktor glanced at his phone again, the text from the unknown person burning into his mind.
’What a dumb saviour,’
he thought, his lips curling into a faint smirk.