Worth Fighting For
When Levi asked him to be at the clinic in ten minutes, he quickly agreed, regardless of the late hour.
Levi stood outside the clinic doors as the doctor arrived ten minutes later.
He didn't care to change his plaid pajama bottoms but had thrown on a t-shirt. Dr. Marcus Ackerman had been the pack doctor for years, his experience becoming apparent with the wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes and the smile lines embedded in his leather skin.
“Laurence again, really?” The aged doctor questioned as he grumbled up the steps, careful of the small snow piles resting at the bottom of the stairs. “If this isn't legitimate, I'm going to punch him.”