#Chapter 199: Help Needed

Almara’s Pov

“You’re going to be okay,” I tell the poor wolf being hurried off to the operating room, though I have no idea how he’s going to fair. This time, I’m not standing in the way or out of the way of the gurney- I’m the one pushing the wheels faster than they’re built for across the tiled floor.

The solider groans in response. “Don’t,” I order him. “Save your energy, you’re going to have to fight if you want to stay alive,” I tell him. This is what we were instructed to tell the patients that come in here.

If we can convince them all they have to do is exactly what they were just doing on the battlefield to save their life, their chances of survival double. Except this time, it’s not physical combat they’re doing, it’s a mental and emotional war they’re up against. Mind over matter.

The solider closes his eyes and lets his body relax, despite the shakes and bumps of the flimsy cart that’s wheeling him. We burst through the doors leading to the operating room, I’ve stopped coun