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Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Stop Blocking Me

The nurse’s hands hover near my face, blocking my view of Logan. I jerk away, straining against the restraints to see around her scrubs.

"Ms. d’Armand, I need to check your vitals."

I shoot her my best death glare. The tube in my throat feels like sandpaper with every breath, but I’d rather deal with the discomfort than let this woman’s fingers anywhere near my face. Not when Logan might disappear the second I lose sight of him.

She’s probably a great nurse. Competent, maybe even pretty. Who knows, maybe she has seventy kids and cures cancer on the side. But right now, she’s the bitch between me and the man I thought I lost.

"Your blood pressure’s elevated." She reaches for my wrist. I curl my fingers into a fist, pulling away as far as the restraints allow.

A deep chuckle draws my attention back to Logan. "Sweetheart, let the nurse do her job."

Easy for him to say. He’s not the one strapped down with plastic shoved down his throat. I narrow my eyes at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

"There’s that fire." His thumb traces circles on my palm. "But you need to cooperate if you want that tube out."

The nurse takes advantage of my distraction to wrap the blood pressure cuff around my arm. I twitch at the contact but force myself to stay still. The sooner she finishes, the sooner she’ll move.

"Temperature’s still high," she mutters, frowning at the thermometer. "And these oxygen levels..."

I ignore her, focusing on the warmth of Logan’s hand in mine. The heart monitor betrays my spike of anxiety every time the nurse shifts between us.

"Nicole." Logan’s voice carries that alpha tone that usually pisses me off. "Look at me."

I meet his eyes, trying to convey exactly how much I hate this situation without words.

"I know you’re scared." He leans closer, voice dropping. "But I swear I’m not going anywhere. Let them help you."

The nurse adjusts something on my IV, and I flinch. Logan’s grip tightens.

"Ms. d’Armand, can you try to take a deep breath for me?"

I ignore her, keeping my eyes locked on Logan. The tube scrapes my throat raw with each inhale.

Logan’s lips twitch. "You’re being ridiculous."

I raise an eyebrow at him. Says the man who got himself blown up.

"Dr. Matthews will be here any minute to evaluate removing the breathing tube," the nurse says. "But these vitals aren’t promising."

The door opens, and a tall man in a white coat strides in. Finally. Maybe he’ll get this damn tube out so I can tell Logan exactly what I think about his heroics.

I glare at him too.

Dr. Matthews takes one look at my face and bursts out laughing. "Sarah, what did you do to get that death glare?"

The nurse—Sarah, apparently—sighs. "Nothing. I’ve been trying to check her vitals for the past ten minutes."

"She keeps blocking my face," Logan drawls, squeezing my hand.

Dr. Matthews chuckles. "Well, let’s see what we’ve got going on here." He scrolls through the tablet in his hand.

I crane my neck, trying to see around Sarah’s scrubs as she shifts position. My heart monitor betrays my spike of anxiety when Logan disappears from view again.

"Oh." Dr. Matthews pauses, looking between Logan and me. A grin spreads across his face as understanding dawns. "Oh, you’re serious."

I shoot him my best ’obviously’ look, which only makes him laugh harder.

"In all my years..." He wipes his eyes. "Sarah, step aside for a moment."

The second she moves, my heart rate stabilizes. Logan’s bruised face comes back into view, and the tight knot in my chest loosens slightly.

"Fascinating." Dr. Matthews studies the monitors. "Blood pressure drops the moment she has visual contact." He steps between us, and the machines immediately start beeping faster. "Rises when she loses sight of him."

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