**Krimson**I couldn’t contain my irritation and anger at the doctor’s words. Who did he think he was?“You’re here to examine the sick patient, not to question my orders,” I replied in a firm, somewhat curt voice.The doctor looked at me cautiously and, after a few seconds, said:“She’s very weak. We need to remove her wet clothes.”I nodded without taking my eyes off Lyra, and, turning my back to her, I let the doctor do his work.With firm, precise hands, he removed her soaked clothes, leaving her in a pair of short shorts and a top that I caught a fleeting glimpse of, before covering her with a sheet.“Let her rest,” the doctor ordered. “I’m prescribing some potions and pills. If anything happens, call me immediately.”As he left, my mind kept wondering: _Where could Mikail be right now?_The uncertainty was eating away at me.I was left alone to deal with her, not really knowing how to proceed, since wolves rarely get sick, but of course…“She doesn’t have a she-wolf,” I muttered
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