His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 175

#Chapter 175: Homeopathic Methods

Edrick

“Oh, good. He’s waking up.”

The first thing I noticed when I came back to consciousness was a splitting headache pounding in my skull. When I finally cracked open my eyes, squinting against even the dim light of my bedside table, I saw three figures bent over me. And, judging from the hardness under my back and the position I was lying in, I quickly realized that I was laid out on the floor rather than my bed.

“Wh…What happened?” I muttered, noticing the distinct feeling of nausea rolling around in my stomach as though I had had too many drinks the night before and was now hungover.

“Shh. You’re alright,” a male voice said. My eyes slowly came into focus, and the blurriness in my vision faded enough for me to see that my doctor was standing over me with a concerned look on his face and his stethoscope in his ears. Behind him, I could see Selina standing there with her arms folded across her chest and disappointment in her eyes. On my other side, Moana was staring intently at me and was holding my hand so tightly that it seemed as though her life depended on it.

“Well, you’re lucky you’re a werewolf,” the doctor said with an exasperated sigh as he finished listening to my heartbeat and put his stethoscope back around his neck. “That many pills could have killed a human, but you won’t have any lasting damage.”

I furrowed my brow, feeling a bit confused. Last I remembered, I went to bed the night before after taking some sleeping pills. But oddly, everything felt much fuzzier than normal. I had never felt this way from taking my sleeping medicine before, unless…

“Did I take too much?” I asked, blinking rapidly to refocus my eyes.

Selina scoffed. “Too much? Too much!” she reprimanded. “You took the entire bottle! What on earth possessed you to do something so horrible? If it weren’t for Moana finding you this morning, you would have left two children without a fathe—”

“Now, now,” the doctor intervened, noticing the baffled expression on my face. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Edrick… Do you remember how many pills you took last night?”

I shook my head. It was starting to come back to me, but it was still fuzzy. “I think I might have gotten up a few more times than I meant to,” I said. “I don’t remember, though.”

The doctor let out another sigh and nodded slowly. “So it wasn’t intentional?” he asked. I shook my head again, and everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief. The doctor pursed his lips thoughtfully before answering. “It’s not uncommon. If you take too many at first, you can forget how much you took before. It can be quite dangerous, and it does lead to accidental overdoses. Like I said, you’re lucky that you’re a werewolf and not a human. I’m guessing that your wolf had to put you into a bit of a dormant state in order to stop the poison from getting through your bloodstream.”

“It’s true,” my wolf said in my mind. “I kept trying to stop you, but the pills made it so you couldn’t hear me.”

So that was what happened. I was relieved and thankful that my wolf was there to stop it.

“Thank you, doctor,” I said, sitting up with ease. “I promise it won’t happen again.”