Dylan's POV

"It's been three hours!" I roared, impatience knawing at every cell of my being. I wanted answers, i wanted to know what was going on with my little Oliver. He passed out on the drive and as i pulled up he started convulsing. What the hell could be wrong? He was regularly checked up at the hospital, we even checked his blood for any markers for illness's that could run in his birth family and nothing jumped out.

Surely it can't just be a coincidence that he starts having dreams to do with a gift we didn't know he had and then this happens to him? Mybe he's stuck in one of those dreams? This thought setting my mind alight i rushed through the waiting doors to inform the doctor of my suspicions. "Sir, you can't..." i didn't let the nurse finish as i pushed him out of my way. I'm an alpha, nobody will tell me to stay away from my son when i think i may know whats wrong.

Maybe this was a mistake, seeing the doctor and a nurse rush around Oliver who is hooked up to a million machines beepi