Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 84 Ava: Doctor's Care

Dr. Ellison never appears before me again.

My new doctor is an older woman who smells like a mix of raw meat and chocolate chip cookies. Like a bunny-slaughtering, chubby grandma. It's an odd mix that makes my nose wrinkle a little.

"Good morning, Miss Grey," she greets me, her voice gentle and sweet, belying her stocky frame. It only adds to the Disney grandma effect, still with a side of vicious killer. "I'm Dr. Annise Beaumont, and I'll be taking over your care from now on."

She moves closer, and I flinch without thinking, tensing at her approach.

The rational part of my mind knows she's here to help, but after the disastrous encounter with Dr. Ellison, I can't shake the sense of unease that settles in the pit of my stomach. I don't want to be touched by people who hate me.

Dr. Beaumont seems to notice my apprehension, knitting her brows together as she watches me. "I've heard of your issues with Dr. Ellison. He's well known to be a bit of a problem child. Too big for his britches after heading off to university.

No need to worry, dear. I don't care what pack you're from. I'm just going to check your vitals and take a look at those wounds, make sure everything is healing properly."

Of course. All important things a normal doctor would do.

I force myself to relax a little beneath her ministrations. She leans over with another whiff of bloody cookie grandma scent, her fingers surprisingly deft as they press against my wrist to check for my pulse.

maternal touch is unfamiliar to

heart rate is a little elevated," she murmurs, more to herself than

beside my bed, clucking her tongue at my blood pressure. "That should go up with some medication changes," she says, before launching into a casual story about how her daughter had spent a day in the hospital the other

she shouldn't, and there was no horrifying epidemic taking down little pups in the

myself drawn in by her soothing cadence, the tension slowly ebbing from my body as she works, carefully checking every

throat. Vivid memories of the fight with Todd flash through my mind, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut to

me back to the present. "Just focus on my

gaze on her face as she carefully peels back the soiled dressings. Her expression is one of calm professionalism, betraying none of the revulsion I would expect at the sight of my

"They cleaned it up well. We'll need to keep them clean and change the dressings regularly, but you're on

a few minutes, her movements sure and efficient as she applies fresh dressings to my wounds. When she's finished, she steps back, giving me an appraising look that makes me feel like I'm being evaluated on more than just

been through quite an ordeal, haven't you, dear?" she says at last, her voice laced with sympathy. "But you're a fighter, I can see that. And with the right help, you'll come through this stronger than

she

rest and heal, Miss Grey. We'll have plenty of time to talk later. I'm going to reduce the frequency of your pain medication, and now that you're awake I'll have you

she pauses as though she's

daily. Most of our healers are on par with doctors, but without the

your antibiotics through IV for now, but you'll be able to