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After all, she did look like she was alright. The room was quiet for a while, except for the sounds of herbs being ground and a low hum of machines the Doctor was using. Freya had introduced him when I walked in but I had been too distracted by her to register his name. I only caught that he was from a different pack that had broken off. "So, you learned from him?" I pointed across the room at the doctor staring intensely at a clear mixture in a small bottle as though trying to see the elements that it was made up of.

Sergey Lebedov! I thought to myself, but from the faint widening of his eyes, then I must have said it out loud. “So you know him, then I can assume that you know me as well?!” The same man who was having a knife against my neck said and I gritted my teeth as I glared at him because yes, I fucking know him too. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doctor Ezra? Lola’s cell isn’t this one.” I said sarcastically after standing up and wrapping my hands around my chest and relaxing my stance because now I was sure that they weren’t here to hurt me.

Celeste smiled sarcastically as she turned her back to leave and as soon as she left, Clive locked the door. 'She has never changed.' as Clive lets out a sigh of relief. Clive started unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt and wiped sweat all over. He don't know if this sweat is still the sweat from the emergency situation or because of Celeste's presence a moment ago. When he was done, he immediately fixed his self and went out of the bathroom. "Oh! Finally, you are done, Dr. Aster! What took you so long? "It is hard to reach up to my back. But I've managed it already."

Her head was back on Kendrick's shoulder, and he didn't want to move his palm from her stomach. 'Urgh' why did she feel so exhausted? She thought she had had enough of sleep. But no, she was slowly drifting again. She didn't want to sleep on Kendrick's shoulder. He was sick. What if she hurt him? As she was about to pull away, the door opened and the Doctor walked inside. When he sighted them, he paused. And his expression was more awkward than earlier. But he kept on moving forward anyway, and a nurse was pushing a cart right behind him.

The Doctor instantly turned to me, ignoring Asha when he saw me. I steeled myself, preparing for the worst. As he approached, I searched his face desperately for any glimmer of hope. “I’m sorry,” The Doctor said solemnly as he met my gaze. “We did everything we could. Astrid’s body was still in the process of recovery, and this injury really took a final blow to her. Astrid’s wolf… she didn’t make it. The world seemed to tilt and spin around me. Asha was quick to her feet. She instantly held my arm when I momentarily lost my balance.

"You heard me Alpha Richard. Take of the shirt." "Why should I?" He asked in an affronted manner. "Look Alpha Richard, I'm the Doctor here and I have absolutely no other purposes other than to do just that. If you’re asking,” I huffed, placing my hands on my waist, “It's because I had to check the wound you seem to be hiding under that shirt. You may not have noticed but it’s open and bleeding onto your shirt right now." I said. I could see the look of astonishment and realization as he looked down carefully to see it doing just that.

A doctor who had his back against her as he was busy scrolling on his phone didn’t notice her coming in. “Hi, I am Emily Davis, the girl who miraculously regenerated and even I don’t know how it happened,” She finger-quoted her fingers in the air and added, “Doctor Aznar told me to come here.” The Doctor faced her and smiled. He was already in his early 40’s. The stubble on his chin is visible and his jet-black hair was now highlighted with white.

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

The hugs made him feel warm and fed his brain faith that they will make it through this. Kruze and Pax were quiet after, sitting next to each other. Pax’s hands in his lap, with his legs swaying about. Kruze’s in his face, his elbows pressured to his knees. Suddenly, The Doctor came out and faced Kruze, he stood up from the chair with a worried croak, “Doc? Are there results? What’s wrong with my wife? Please.” he said nervously,

I stood up from the argument, it was so hard that I acted when the skirt was too tight! “Doc, please forgive my nephew, he’s just really naughty,” Tit said with a smile to the handsome man with the big bulge. Damn. What? Doctor? A handsome man with a big bulge?! I repeatedly stare at his bulge. The size really is! No wonder this handsome man with a big bulge is a doctor because most of the doctors in the hospital are handsome. It’s just surprising that he’s a doctor because of the size of his bulge, such a bulge for pornstar!