Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 402 – The Children’s Tent Ella

There are dozens of children in this tent – maybe hundreds – and my heart breaks as I look them over. Each of the children is laying in on a medical cot, being tended to by a very tiny staff of medical and social workers who look run off their feet. “Oh my g od, Isabel,” I murmur, my heart going immediately into my throat.

“Who are…who are all of these children…” “They’re the pups of the camp who are sick,” she says quietly. “Some of them have parents,” she says, nodding to a couple who are sitting quietly by their daughter’s bed, reading her a book even though the little girl can barely pay attention because she’s whimpering with pain. ” But a lot of them,” Isabel says, taking my hand and drawing my attention back to her, “a lot of them are alone.

The rest of the orphans have already gone to the adoption center in the city, but these ones -” “They need help,” I say, my voice tight, determined. “Yes,” she says quietly. And then she turns her eyes to Cora. “Can you…would you be willing to spend some time here? We can use all the hands we’ve got.” ” You’ll want both of us,” Cora says, turning to me to consult. And I nod to her, but turn back to Isabel first. “Are there children like this in the human camp as well?”

I ask quietly. “Yes,” she replies. “A tent as big as this, filled. Maybe bigger.” “Okay,” I say, my heart breaking. But that resolve in me that started earlier, it hardens. “Here today? The other camp tomorrow?” I ask, looking up at Cora, who twists her lips, judging the number of people in the room. “It depends on the severity of the cases,” she murmurs, crossing her arms. “What are you talking about?” Isabel asks, looking between us and then up at Conner, frowning. You’re about to see something very cool,” Conner replies, giving her a soft smile.

by speaking with one of the doctors about the worst cases and as I put Conner to work as a nurse – my old job going bed to bed and speaking to the children and their families (if they have them) with a notepad, noting those who seem most in danger or in the most pain. I move around too, mostly saying hello to people, letting them see the baby, getting the feel of the room with Isabel at my side to show me how things work. But that doesn’t last long, because Cora comes back to me pretty fast. “Come on, Ella,” she says, taking my hand and leading me to the far corner of the

with the doctors and social workers already on staff to ensure that we’re doing the best work that we can in the short time that we have available. But

a really good baby,” Conner murmurs to me the fifth or sixth time that he takes Rafe from me and tucks him happily away in the crook of his arm. “He’s…very chill. I wasn’t expecting that.” “Well,” I sigh, smiling up at him, “Rafe likes his dad better than me and you probably remind him

squeal and reaches out a hand to me, which I kiss. I look back up at Conner.” You’ll let me know? If he needs anything?” “Always,” Conner murmurs, giving me a little wink and stepping away with the baby, who tucks his face away against Conner’s chest, apparently getting ready for a nap. And so I turn my attention away, heading over to the little girl who looks up at me with wide eyes in a pale face. “Hi,” I say, smiling and sitting next to her, taking her hand. “What’s

cracked lips. “Well, Leah,” I say, smiling as I lean closer. “I know you’ve been feeling pretty badly lately, but I’m going to help you feel better, if that’s okay with you.” Slowly, Leah nods

grief for this little girl aside, because it’s not going to do her any good, and then I close my eyes and access my mother’s gift, letting it sweep through me first and then into her, where I find…quite a lot of damage done. “This one might take a while,” I say, feeling Isabel’s presence by my side. “That’s all right, Luna,” she replies quietly, and I smile a little to hear her say that

really, about biology or what or gan s I’m sensing in her as ill (and I make a me ntal note to immediately get some books or take some courses on the subject) but it

conduit. But as I put the gift to work, I’m so, so grateful to my mother for letting me be

its work, to heal a long lesion within what I think is – maybe? – Leah’s liver. And then, when that’s all patched up, the gift flows through her body and slowly knits up

was when I started. And I look up, my smile deepening when I see that she’s peacefully asleep, a little smile on her