The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 

Kier POV 

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“You’re injured again,” Arianna says, looking me over. Her hands are gently skirting over my body as if she’s using her fingers to check what her eyes are seeing. Since my body is starting to respond, even with the pain that I’m in, I grab her hands and pull them to my chest. 

“Rowd says he can’t heal some of these wounds, so I need to go see Kennedy,” I say, expecting her to step aside, or maybe to encourage me to go. Instead, she stands there, her eyes focused on my chest. 

“Arianna? What’s going on in that head of yours?” 

She doesn’t answer and when I smell the salt of tears, I tilt her head up to look at me. “What is it?” I ask gently. 

“I’m so afraid,” she says, her voice shaking with her attempt to control her emotions. 

“Afraid of what, baby?” I ask and gently swipe the tear that begins to fall down her cheek. 

“Of losing you in one of these attacks,” she whispers. 

“Hey. Hey,” I say, pulling her against me. I know I’m naked and dirty from the battle, but I don’t like her crying. 

She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly. “What if I wake up one day and you’re not here and I wasted all this time?” she asks. 

I feel like my heart stutters. What is she saying. 

“I don’t think I could forgive myself. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me. I know you’re a good man and I’m letting my fear of my past keep me from finding happiness with you.” 

I can’t tell if she’s trying to tell me that she’s going to reject me or if she’s going to say she’s ready to move forward with our relationship. I hold my breath as she pulls back, looking up at me. 

“Maybe… maybe we could spend some time together once Luna’s family is gone and it’s quieter on your floor,” she says. I feel the tension inside me easing. 

“I would like that,” I say. 

“Yeah?” 

“I would like it a lot,” I tell her, leaning down to gently press my lips against hers. I feel her body tense, then relax as she leans against me. I deepen the kiss, slowly enjoying her scent and her taste. I don’t kiss her as long as I’d like, partly because I’m filthy and injured and partly because I don’t want to scare her. She’s agreed to spend more time with me and I want her to continue to feel comfortable doing that. I won’t push her past her own comfort zone. I don’t know everything that happened to her, but I know it wasn’t good. 

“You need to get to the hospital, Beta. Did you need me to assist you,” she asks, smiling up at me. She hasn’t pulled away from me, and I count that as a win. 

“I definitely could use your assistance,” I say, tucking her against my side and heading out of the packhouse toward the hospital. 

Kennedy POV 

I’m not sure how many times I’ve reminded my sister that no one dies in my hospital. She’s testing every bit of medical knowledge I have, which isn’t nearly as much as my mother’s, but I knew her panic would only cause things to spiral out of control. One of the very first things I learned in my mother’s hospital was to remain calm. If you aren’t calm, you make mistakes and my mother would never have forgiven herself if Wendy died because of something she did or didn’t do. 

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I’d sent Deborah out to get blood from my family. Wendy didn’t have enough after bleeding out and since I couldn’t stop the bleeding until I got the silver out, her blood levels became dangerously low. 

I’d shown Deborah how to start the blood transfusion when she returned. My sister’s heart rate had dropped dangerously low, low enough that Echo could barely hear it. By then, I had two of the four gashes cleaned out. Because I needed to hurry, I used steri–strips to hold the gashes together while I kept working. 

As the blood began making its way into her body, the wounds started bleeding again but her heartbeat became strong enough that we could hear it. Once I had the last gash cleaned, I began stitching up her deep wounds. The wolf’s claws had gone deep enough to crack three ribs, slice her spleen, and nick her stomach, which means her recovery will be difficult until her wolf, Dasha, recovers and can heal her. 

I carefully stitched her stomach, then her spleen before closing the last two gashes. The ribs will Have to heal on their own since there’s no good way to set those bones or if there is, I’m not that advanced in my medical knowledge. I’ll talk to my mother about that and make sure there isn’t anything more than I can do. 

When I’m done, I have Deborah help me to wrap Wendy’s chest and abdomen, securing the ribs and holding the stitched wounds together to help them heal. 

When I finally step back, monitoring her vital signs, my entire body aches. I’m exhausted. I’ve never been the one to save a life like this. My mother was always there, and she did the brunt of the work, her or Beta Noelle. 

I tell Deborah to go get some sleep then I look at my sister’s pale face. I brush the hair away from her head and kiss her forehead before leaning down to her ear. 

“You fight hard to survive. You hear me? Don’t you dare become the only person we lose in a hospital. I’m going to let Mom and Dad come in. I’m sure they’ll stay overnight. You won’t be alone, Wendy, so you and Dasha focus on getting your strength back. I love you, sis,” I say before standing up and after checking her once more, I pull off my gloves and the blood soaked surgical gown that I’m wearing as I walk out of the room. 

The moment the door opens, everyone in the waiting room stands – my parents, all my siblings, Madison, Alpha Henry, Alpha Harold, Luna Farrah, and when my eyes meet Quirin’s, my lips begin to tremble. 

“She’s stable.” 

My father takes a step forward, but when Quirin opens his arms, I walk into them. I love my father, but it’s my mate that I want right now. 

“You are in so much trouble, Little Pup,” he whispers into my ear as he wraps his arms around me. I nod, unable to care that he’s upset with me right now. I let his scent calm me but before the fatigue settles into my bones and I collapse, I turn to my mother, giving her the medical version of what I did with Wendy. Quirin wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me steady when I start to sway. 

She asks specific questions before nodding. “Go get some rest, Kennedy. You did very well.” 

I nod and turn, ready to walk back but Quirin scoops me up into his arms. 

“You’re dead on your feet, Little Pup,” he murmurs. 

“Did mom clean out your wounds?” I ask, leaning my head against his chest. 

“She took care of the rest of the pack, including me. Everyone had some silver on them, whether it was on their hands and feet or in their wounds. She was great,” he says chuckling. 

“What’s funny?” I ask. 

“Does your mother always talk to herself?” he asks. 

“Yes.” 

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Chapter 153