The Alpha's Freakshow
I leap onto the bed and cradle her head between my knees as I reach down, taking her hands in mine and holding them on my lap.
“I need pliers, or something long, so I can reach in there. If we don’t have that, then I need a scalpel-like instrument to cut it open enough to reach in and grab it out. Werewolves have insane healing abilities, so in theory, if I get it out and flush the wound, she should heal rather fast?” She asks, looking at me for instructions.
“Is that a question?” I ask, irate.
“I’ve been a werewolf for a year and a doctor for ten! My training is on humans!” Dr. Sari says defensively.