{Dominic}The doctor ahead of me turned sharply at the sound of my voice. I caught a glimpse of his ID badge clipped to the front of his coat, Dr. Kellan Marris, Department of Experimental Medicine.“Turn the wheelchair around,” I said, nodding toward the figure he was briskly pushing down the hallway.Dr. Marris paused, clearly trying to assess just how serious I was. “Alpha, I don’t think—”“I wasn’t asking,” I said, looking him dead in the eye so he would understand how serious I was being.He licked his lips, shifting nervously. “It’s just… the patient’s not worth your time. She's probably a rogue, and I’m just doing the routine transfer..”“Turn. Her. Around,” I said, more sharply now.His jaw twitched, and he muttered something under his breath, but he spun the wheelchair.She was thin, pale, and limp, like she’d been here for way too long. Her head was slightly tilted down, and her brown hair clung to her damp face. But then she looked up at me, and her eyes suddenly focused.A
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