Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

Chapter 80

BIANCA

My hands trembled slightly as I pushed through the main entrance of BloodMoon General Hospital at 6:45 AM, fifteen minutes early for my first official shift.

The building was massive and looked nothing like the aging brick structure I’d worked at in Silver Moon territory. Everything here spoke of wealth, real estate of the art designs ranging from the machines used to the whole structure of the place down to the employee badge.

This was real. I was really doing this.

Dr. Bianca Morrison, trauma physician, BloodMoon General Hospital.

Not Matthew’s wife. Not the rogue healer who’d been hired out of desperation. Just me, with my skills and knowledge and board

certification that proved I belonged here.

“First day jitters?” A familiar voice called out, and I turned to see James Wright approaching with two cups of coffee, his scrubs already rumpled despite the early hour. “You look like you’re about to walk into an execution.”

“I’m fine,” I said, accepting the coffee gratefully. “Just… processing.”

“Understandable. First days are terrifying even when you’re not joining a department full of people who’ve already heard about your legendary board scores.” He grinned. “Word spreads fast around here. Dr. Kim has been bragging about poaching you from

the research division.”

“She didn’t poach me. I chose trauma.”

“Even better. Come on, I’ll show you to the locker room. Sarah’s already here–she’s always here, I swear the woman sleeps in her office- and she wanted to give you the official tour before the chaos starts.”

I followed James through corridors that smelled like antiseptic, past nurses‘ stations where staff were already prepping for the morning shift change, into an elevator that rose smoothly to the fourth floor.

The trauma unit was chaotic when I got there was people were moving with purpose, filling the hall with rowdiness–exain rooms with glass doors for easy observation, a central nurses‘ station with multiple computer terminals, equipment storage that was actually well–stocked rather than running low on supplies.

Dr. Sarah emerged from her office looking exactly as I remembered–sharp eyes, efficient movements, an air of competence that made me want to live up to her standards.

“Bianca!” She pulled me into a quick hug. “Welcome to trauma. Fair warning: it’s going to be intense, exhausting, and occasionally gross. But I promise you’ll never be bored.”

“I can handle intense and exhausting,” I said with more confidence than I felt

“Good, because we’re already down two attendings this week and the full moon is in three days, which means transformation accidents and magical mishaps.” Sarah gestured for me to follow her. “Let me show you the layout, then we’ll dive right in. No point easing you into it – you’ll learn faster by doing.”

The tour was rapid but thorough. Sarah showed me the supply rooms, the procedure areas, the magical stabilization unit where patients with curse damage or spell backlash received specialized treatment.

“This is where you’ll probably spend a lot of time,” Sarah said, indicating the stabilization unit. “Your curse breaking background makes you uniquely qualified for the cases nobody else wants to touch. Speaking of which

Her pager beeped, and she glanced at it with the expression of someone who’d been expecting bad news.

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“Your first patient just arrived. Sixteen–year–old male, botched transformation spell, presenting with magical rejection symptoms. The paramedics stabilized him enough for transport, but he’s deteriorating. You up for this?”

My heart kicked up, adrenaline flooding my system. “Absolutely.”

We moved quickly to the trauma bay, where a teenage boy lay on a gurney surrounded by nurses taking vitals. His skin had a grayish pallor, and I could see the telltale shimmer of unstable magic around his hands–transformation energy that had nowhere to go, trapped and turning toxic.

“Talk me through what you see,” Sarah said, stepping back to let me take the lead.

I moved to the bedside, my training clicking into place like muscle memory.

“Patient is conscious but distressed. Visible magical instability in the extremities, likely indicating incomplete transformation that’s been forcibly reversed.” I checked his pupils–dilated but responsive. “Heart rate elevated, respiration shallow. This isn’t just rejection–there’s something interfering with his natural magical flow.”

I ran my hands just above his skin, not touching but sensing the magical signature. And there–a jagged disruption in the energy pattern, like a tear in fabric.

“Residual curse fragments,” I said, confidence growing. “Someone tried to help him reverse the transformation using a breaking spell, but they didn’t complete it properly. The fragments are lodged in his magical core, preventing normal

transformation function.”

Sarah’s eyebrows rose. “You diagnosed that in under two minutes?”

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