Novel & Cerita Prison Healer Series

Leanunya managed to get some sleep during the night after a healer came and treated her broken wing and ribs. The healer had even given her some herbs to kill the pain which was a great relief and allowed her to get some sleep. She wouldn’t have been able to get much sleep otherwise and with the fact she hadn’t slept since waking in this prison cell she needed the sleep.

“I’m going to carve that wink out of your skull and feed it to you, you smiling psycho piece of...” “We found a solution,” the head healer blurted. My head snapped toward him so fast something in my neck popped. Huh? The word hung in the air. Impossible. There was no solution. I’d killed the last three people who ever claimed to know one. I’d watched them bleed out begging while I laughed. There. Was. No. Fucking. Cure. Dante leaned forward, elbows on his knees, glass dangling forgotten between his fingers. “Speak.” The healer swallowed hard, eyes darting between me and the four predators in velvet chairs.

“I know you have no reason to believe me or to trust me. Believe me, I know what I was like before. But I was never with them. I was a prisoner. I saw what they did. Please. I have nowhere else to go.” The healer looked up at me, sympathy on her face. “Her injuries are consistent with someone who’s been confined and on the run, Alpha. Malnourishment, severe dehydration, marks om her wrist, neck and other parts of her body.” It all fit. The story was perfect. The evidence was there. But the coil of suspicion in my gut only tightened. “Rest,” I said, my voice giving nothing away. “You are under guard for your own safety. We will speak more when you are stronger.”

Persian rugs rolled. A reporter corners her. “Any comment?” She smashes a vase. “He 'slept' with nurses! 'Bought' mistresses! You think 'I' mourn?!” Footage airs hourly. ''' Night. Prison infirmary. Fisher bandages a gang leader’s knuckles. Hands shake. “Messy work, Doc.” The man grins. Missing teeth. “But you’re used to that, huh?” Needles clink. Distant screams echo.

“Shit! What do I do? There has to be a solution. This isn’t something I can break with a sword, or a fight. It has to be something capable, and you’re the only one I can look up to for this.” “Hmm.” He sighed as he rested his index finger on his philtrum like he was thinking deep of the next action to take. “Please. You definitely know what I can do to this. I’ll do just anything to bring her back.” I pleaded, because it wasn’t a situation where I could use force. Back in the days, it was said that healers were trained to resist any kind of torture or threat from the enemies in case they captured them to heal their people.

“Stop picking at me and go to sleep.” Nuzzling the back of her neck, he planted a kiss there. “I love you.” “I love you too, Jim.” ** “How many do you have in there?” Frank Shepard leaned around the two extradition transport guards standing before his commandeered desk in the sheriff’s station to peer at the black van waiting outside. “Two other prisoners. One other guard. We’re all licensed and armed and yours is our first drop.” “He’s to remain shackled at all times. The man is a serial murderer and he’s smart. Assume the worst. Don’t trust him. Period.”

It soaked through my shirt as I carried him up the cold, stone stairs of the prison. The guard helped to support him steadily. Every step we took made Ryan groan in pain, but we didn’t stop. We couldn't. Secretly we followed a passway that led to the other side of the mansion. “Stay awake,” I ordered, kicking the door open to the healer’s room. The old healer inside looked up and gasped shockingly when he saw us. “Alpha! What—” “Fix him,” I growled, laying Ryan down on the bed. “Now.”

“Very well. Guards, bring more witnesses.” The guards left immediately and returned with five people. Two doctors and three patients. The question was the same to all five. “Have you ever experienced anything strange and fishy about the healer? Especially her planning something evil that is affecting the treatments of the patients.” The response was the same from all five. “No my lord. We have never experienced anything besides a seamless recovery procedure.” The doctors even went further to explain in details how I've been focused on work alone and nothing but work since I've been working in the hospital.

Roonie returned his gaze to his phone, staring at it like he's trying to remember something. * EUROPE CAPTIVITY* The captives are currently filing out of their cells in a straight line with their hands on their heads. The organ hunters are here! Silver was the first to come out in the cell, followed by Pearl, then BJ. They look wretched and tired...the beating they received two days ago still taking it's toll on them. They were provided with new clothes to replace the shredded ones since the hunters prefer them clothed.

She watched Vieira as he disappeared out of sight before taking the bowl and heading straight out of the forest. Many moments later, the healer was finding her way through the path to the underground prison. On getting to the guard, they let her pass. After a few more strides into the deeper holding cells, she came to stand right before the iron bars of the cell where the man was being held. She cleared her throat. " You come here quite too often lately. " The man said with his gaze fixed on the prison wall and backing the healer." You are pretty much aware of that, right?"