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Late Bloomer

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Colin Wilkes was seventeen when his world came to an abrupt stand still.

He woke up at the ass crack of dawn with a slight headache. It wasn't anything too terribly unbearable- trust him, he's experienced worse- but it was odd.
His morning routine was nothing more than a quick combing of his unruly hair and hunting down some clothes that didn't have so many holes.
The call for Breakfast rang loudly, and Colin found himself herding toddlers and kids towards the dining hall, smiling as they tripped over one another in their haste.
The headache grew progressively worse as breakfast droned on. He paid it no mind, dismissing the nun's concern. The Betas of this orphanage had a habit of motherhenning all of their little orphans- no matter how old they were, and he certainly was no exception.
"Are you feeling alright, child?" Sister Agnes stopped him before he left the dining hall, worry apparent in her gaze and soft spoken words. Colin nodded and did his best at attempting to reassure his guardian, "Yes, i feel fine, thank you. Just a pesky headache." His voice randomly broke midsentence. Embarrassed, Colin turned to look at anything but her. Sister Agnes gave him a pointed glare, hand on her hip and conveyed the 'I know better' look only a mother could with perfect accuracy.
Colin was put back to bed soon after. He hated arguing with any of the nuns; it was always a losing a battle. Especially when he knew she was right. They didnt need scent to tell when something was off.
Sleep tugged at his conciousness, nagging at him. He was willing to follow, close to falling back asleep when a foreign feeling crept out of nowhere. It warmed his gut and heated his flesh like a space heater. It created a crimson flush that enveloped his entire face first, then his neck, and soon stained his whole upper body. The imaginary space heater turned into the sun.
Colin swore he could feel his blood boil underneath the skin, feel it bubble and pop as the temperature climbed higher and higher to unbearable degrees.
"Gah-" he tried calling out for help despite knowing none of the kids were even inside, and the nuns were all downstairs in the sanctuary.
His whole body was melting into a big puddle of sweat, tears, and whatever was running down his thighs. Before he could cry out again, a familiar ringing allowed a bit if hope to shine through the overwhelming panic and muddy shit that was clogging his mind.
He reached over to his nightstand, shaking with effort. Just as the last ring rung, he pressed the green button-
"Colin? Hey, you up kid? I have a thing I need your help on at the shop-"
"J-Jason- I- it's hot - I.. " a twinge in his gut and a sharp turn up in his now migraine made him sob pathetically.
"Shit, kid, what's wrong?"
He whimpered into the receiver when Jason's voice, suddenly deep with concern, made shivers shoot up his spine.
"Alpha..." he muttered without even realizing it. Before Jason could tell him to 'not fall asleep,' dammit' darkness consumed his conciousness.