5- healing

Ryan POV.

"Hey, don't cry now," I say holding Logan, he was on the verge of tears, he doesn't do well with seeing patients this hurt.

"She's so small, so vulnerable," Logan cries again.

"She almost killed half the rescue team, don't take her for granted," I remind my partner, although she's sweet and fragile, she's a strong little thing.

"Let's go check with sir, maybe he can hold me, well us," Logan says, he loves to be held, and I agree, we need to be held now. We moved toward his office seeing the door closed, we knocked and waited to be allowed in.

"What do you want us to do Sir?" Logan asks, sounding like the kid who just got their ass handed to them, we're going to get cuddles but work first. 

"Put an IV in, full-spectrum antibiotics, we'll have to break a few bones and re-align them," James says, he had every scan we did over his laptop, he's trying to sound firm and strong, but truth to be told, he sounded the most broken we have ever heard him.

"Should we keep her under?" I ask, the plan was to keep her under for days at first, once we make sure her body is healed, we'll wake her up.

"Yes, put her under for the night, starting tomorrow don't go too hard with the sedatives, turn the tapes on," James orders us, we'll keep her under but give her enough consciousness to be able to feel us, and hear us, it's like she's dreaming the whole time. 

In order to reach into her subconscious, we had tapes ready for her, they were recorded in James' voice mixed with some relaxing tunes, the words were put on repeat, said with a dominant voice. 

"You're a puppy, you'll act like a baby," the tapes said, they are meant to target her unconscious through her wolf and human side, this would send her back to the puppy/baby stage.

A puppy wasn't a rogue, she wasn't rogue from birth, there's still a chance to heal her, once her mind brings her to her puppy stage, they would have them to keep her in check, to push the sickness away. Healing her from the inside out, it's a mix of treatment, once her brain gets the idea of going back to her younger headspace, they'll work on her behaviour, forcing her to be tamed, purifying her body from its rogue state. Hopefully, her body would be able to form new hormones, ones that would balance her status between rogue and a normal wolf. Her blood would then be studied, hormones would be provided to keep her body balanced in case she couldn't do it on her own, and her mental health would be taken into consideration, she'll be safe and happy. 

"Sir, we ready for the surgery," I called after they got everything ready for her, James walked in, it wasn't an invasive surgery, they just had to break a few bones, and align them correctly. The sound of broken bones got tears filling in Logan's eyes again, he tried to be a professional, he worked with literal puppies before, and he saw worse than this, but the sound of this small fragile girl's bones breaking was too much for him.

A cast was placed on both her feet and arms, her ribs were bandaged, and a breathing tube was added to help her breathe. The IV dripping slowly with morphine, for now, she had every right to be out of the pain, we weren't monsters, we are trying to save her, we are being saints for the poor soul. The soundtrack was on repeat, it helped the room sound more peaceful, although it's just a hospital room, but it had a more calming atmosphere. 

The three of us met back in the office, James knew us well, he knew this ordeal was hard on us, we need his comfort now, he opened his arms for them both, and we ran in, hugging him tightly, Logan's tears were now flowing freely. James' arms were around us both, petting us, kissing the top of our heads. We could celebrate our small accomplishment for now, but the job was far from done, this was only the first step of healing her. 

"Good job boys, you made me so proud," he says, knowing we need his assurance.

"Would we be able to save her? I only saw adult rogues, too feral for saving, but how tiny she is," Logan says more tears going down his face, we're in our home, our safe place, and no one would judge his tears or emotions.

"Her being tiny is a lesser chance of her eating us alive, we could control her more easily," I remind him, although he sees her as a baby, she's still a rogue so far.

"Don't underestimate her, she almost took a chunk out of me," James says with a smile, we all had our ups and downs but we always got each other's back.

"Lucky her, I'd love to have a taste of that," I say changing the topic, landing a kiss on James's neck, making the latter growl with anticipation, this is what Logan needs, him and me. 

"Don't start anything you can't finish little pet," James whispered in my ear, making my boxers get tighter, my heart skip a beat, and a small gasp left my mouth.

"Uhhh...I think I'll go make sure she's comfortable, I'll leave you to it," Logan says trying to slip away, his emotions were in such a mess, he wouldn't be interested in sex right away, but once we get him aroused, he'd be happy for the stress relief. 

"She's under morphine, she won't feel a thing, unlike you two," James says in a dark voice, his hand roaming over our bums, petting, holding, pinching, an anticipation of what to come.

"Okay, maybe I should stay," Logan says giving in, our master knew how to turn his buttons on, he could go from a deep coma to fully aroused with only a few touches.

"Good boy," James praise them again, praising was very familiar in our relationship.

Humans and wolves both keep on running their whole life looking to be praised and appreciated, it's just the human nature of things, we're not different. We all knew one good way to deal with our emotions, raw, animalistic sex, no boundaries and no limits, we knew how far to push each other, how to call it off, how to ask for a break, we were a unit that works in synchronisation. 

(Use your imagination, I'm not going to hell for a bad smut scene. Cinder💙)