The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 234

The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 234

“Please, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Step back, you’re not far from the bed.”

He takes a small step back, brushing against the bed as he does. I hear him hiss as he squeezes his arms around me. I put my hand on the back of his lead as his forehead presses into my neck. I can tell he’s holding his breath trying to keep himself from yelping in pain.

“You need to breathe, Cole. Pant son. Angela, what can we do about the pain?”

“I’ve already maxed him out on toradol and Vicodin, both shots were IM in his right leg.”

“Is there anything stronger that we can give him?” I desperately ask as I help him sit on the bed.

“I’ve upped him to the strongest level of Vicodin I can give outside of the medical wing. He has to be admitted to the hospital wing to receive IV codeine, morphine and fentanyl are only available at Crimson General. Taking him off book does not eliminate the mandate that he’s reported to the council if he’s admitted to Crimson General.”

“I know.” I sigh softly as I help him through the final step of laying on his side.

“I’m going to finish up his leg.”

I nod as I start laying down beside him. He has stiffened up and buried his face against his arms.

“Wrap your arms around me Cole. I’m going to help you through the bandaging since it seems to be hurting you badly.”

It doesn’t take much coaxing to get his cooperation. I pull him into me gently. It seems like once the Ativan starts taking effect it becomes easier for him to accept my desire to cuddle with him. I can’t help but smile as he chooses to snuggle into the crook of my neck, the place where my scent is strongest and all wolves seek the comfort of a parent or mate. While he may only understand the power contained within my aura it appears that at least his wolf still finds comfort in my scent. He grabs my shirt in his hands as Angela lifts his burned leg, struggling to place a curved pillow with an absorbent pad between his thighs.

“Patrick, can you give Angela a hand.”

“Yes sir.” He responds after he’s started walking towards the bed.

“Keep it gentle but firm. Follow his movements.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Be patient with him, Pat. There’s a lot going on with this young man.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry but have you seen his leg? It looks worse than what it was in the picture.”

“It has gotten worse, Pat. I’m actually really concerned about it. I was planning on saying something to Demetri about placing a call to Dr. Christiansen. See if we could get him an emergency appointment with the burn specialist over at General.”

Cole suddenly pulls his leg hard toward his center hearing the conversation between Patrick and Angela.

“Let him go, Pat. I had a feeling he wouldn’t like hearing that but it is unfortunately where it’s at. Once Demetri settles him down I’ll have you help get him where I need him to do the wash.”

He winces slightly as I rub the back of his neck, something I’m doing a lot more than I planned to considering his sensitivity towards submission.

“Please alpha, don’t put me in general. Please don’t involve the council. They’ve never helped. Things get bad. Really, really bad.”

He’s gasping through his words trying not to cry out.

“Cole, you’ve already expressed a lot of fear towards septicemia and I agree that there is a lot to fear. If the infection is getting worse then bringing an

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