I Am The Luna

Chapter 0378

Ok… here I go…

I frown slightly, creating a thin long cut along the bruise, thin but deep. Instantly grabbing another towel as blood begins seeping out.

I place the towel down and I use my fingers to push the skin apart, my eyes blazing as I try to find the source that’s stopping him from healing. It doesn’t take long for me to see the little glittering pieces of some kind of metal… and probably laced with poison.

I get to work removing them and soon I have forgotten about anything but the goal at the front of my mind to get him fixed up. I adjust my position, tucking my knee and my leg under me as I focus on what I’m doing.

After a while, I pause to wipe my sweaty forehead when my arm brushes his package, which has gone down now, much to my disappointment.

Wow, he’s injured and you’re looking at his dick, way to go, girl.

I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush that always takes hold of me when I’m performing surgery.

Glancing up at him, his eyes are shut and I’m not sure if he’s even conscious. “Zade?” My heart skips a beat when there is no response. “Come on my sexy Stallion… open your eyes…” I mutter but he’s actually unconscious.

I look down again, focusing on what I’m doing, but I’m unable to pick out what’s left of the shattered bullet or whatever was used on him. The pieces are far too deep. I need something small to pick those out,

Fuck.

tweezers or something to use!

to have to go next door, even

on

made and grabbing a top of his I slowly creep out of the room, I’m about to walk to the

stomach is filled with unease as I slowly walk towards the door. My hand is on the door handle when I feel a powerful wave of unease. If he told me I shouldn’t…. I know

bedroom door, I

Out of his

are part of the Sublime. There is no human that

my emergency medical supplies and –

heart leaps with relief when I realise they are indeed in my car, and the best part is I have my keys

leave the apartment, swiftly locking the door behind me. The bag of food still sits outside the door, and I

alone, but without the chip… they

edge as I make my way downstairs, but no

work? But my

I

to explain and right now, I don’t want to. Zade isn’t well, and he is trying to keep a low profile.

the cars. Who knows, they might know