Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Gentle Hands

Chapter 21 Gentle Hands

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But injuries to the limbs always required psionic power to scrape the bones the taint wound itself around them like a vine. George was indeed a tough guy. Probably had a higher pain tolerance, given his strength.

The soldier relaxed at once. Anyway. Under a minute? Who needs un anesthetic?

“Let’s do it. My buddy Jasper said it didn’t hurt at all.”

He wasn’t about to be shown up by his comrade.

Gillian raised an eyebrow. Jasper is the soldier from before, right? The one with the massive chunk of rot in his chest.

Gillian had carved out half his thoracic cavity, and he hadn’t made a sound.

“Jasper’s cool,” Gillian murmured. She glanced at the anesthetics George had brought over, just to be sure. “You really don’t want any?”

“Don’t need it.”

The soldier’s eyes lingered on the oxygen helmet nearby. So Jasper didn’t lie? Captain Sterling really said it made him look cool?

Why isn’t she offering me one? Am I less cool than Jasper?

Gillian caught his meaningful glance at the helmet. She understood. Males and their fragile egos.

“You can wear it too,” she said kindly. “It’ll suit you.”

Gillian knew George was on a full company call. She kindly covered for the soldier.

The soldier’s cheeks flushed. He mumbled something unintelligible. Looked like Jasper wasn’t bullshitting after all.

One minute later, he pulled off the helmet, jaw tight, and walked back to his seat with steady steps.

The next soldier approached cautiously. “Darren… did it hurt?”

Darren didn’t even flinch. “Not at all.”

The next soldier asked, “Jasper?”

Jasper shook his head. “Captain Sterling’s technique is incredibly gentle.”

Satisfied, the next soldier stepped up.

“Anesthetic?” Gillian smiled sweetly.

The soldier saw her sweet smile and felt a surge of masculine pride. “No need, Captain Sterling. I can take it.”

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Chapter 21 Gentle Hands

He shot a smug look at his buddies. Watch and learn, boys.

Darren and Jasper exchanged glances.

The moment the helmet went on, he realized the inside was soaked with sweat.

Those two bastards. Absolute animals.

“Don’t worry,” Gillian said. “I’ll be quick. It won’t hurt a bit.”

Gillian had divided the wounded into two groups: torso and limbs. Torso cases took two minutes. Limbs took one Larger surface areas meant she handled the debridement herself. Limbs were faster-slice open the skin, slap on the metal ring. In and out.

By lunchtime, her white robe was completely soaked in blood. She looked like she’d just walked off a battlefield.

As she tidied her tools, she noticed something: not a single dose of anesthetic had been used.

She laughed softly, “Lt. Col. Parker. Your soldiers have nerves of steel. Truly the most admirable people.”

George stared at the untouched anesthetics, deeply confused.

When Gillian had sliced open his arm to clear the taint, he nearly checked out. But these guys hadn’t even flinched.

Am I just… getting old?

“Lt. Col. Parker.” A soldier approached, clipboard in hand. “It’s four hours. Captain Sterling has treated two hundred and ten patients. She should rest.”

His voice was laced with genuine concern. This soft, sweet, adorable cleric-four hours without so much as a sip of water. She was nothing like those who’d come before her. Her skill was extraordinary, but more than that… her resolve was forged from steel.

And when she worked, that focused expression… it reminded him of Elara.

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Had the universe finally taken pity on the 9th Legion? They’d lost one brilliant cleric, only to be given another?

“Has it been that long?” George shook himself from his thoughts. He’d been assisting her the whole time, caught up in the rhythm of her movements. So clean. So precise. Not a single wasted motion. He’d lost track of hours.

For someone like him, this pace was nothing. But for a delicate cleric?

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