The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

Chapter 153

Kier POV

“You’re injured again,” Arianna says, looking me over. Her hands are gently skirting over my body as if she’s using her fingers to check what her eyes are seeing. Since my body is starting to respond, even with the pain that I’m in, I grab her hands and pull them to my chest.

“Rowd says he can’t heal some of these wounds, so I need to go see Kennedy,” I say, expecting her to step aside, or maybe to encourage me to go. Instead, she stands there, her eyes focused on my chest.

“Arianna? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She doesn’t answer and when I smell the salt of tears, I tilt her head up to look at me. “What is it?” I ask gently.

“I’m so afraid,” she says, her voice shaking with her attempt to control her emotions.

“Afraid of what, baby?” I ask and gently swipe the tear that begins to fall down her cheek.

“Of losing you in one of these attacks,” she whispers.

“Hey. Hey,” I say, pulling her against me. I know I’m naked and dirty from the battle, but I don’t like her crying.

She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly. “What if I wake up one day and you’re not here and I wasted all this time?” she asks.

I feel like my heart stutters. What is she saying.

“I don’t think I could forgive myself. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me. I know you’re a good man and I’m letting my fear of my past keep me from finding happiness with you.”

I can’t tell if she’s trying to tell me that she’s going to reject me or if she’s going to say she’s ready to move forward with our relationship. I hold my breath as she pulls back, looking up at me.

together once Luna’s family is gone and it’s quieter on your floor,” she says. I feel the tension

like that,”

“Yeah?”

me. I deepen the kiss, slowly enjoying her scent and her taste. I don’t kiss her as long as I’d like, partly because I’m filthy and injured and partly because I don’t want to scare her. She’s agreed to spend more time with me and I want her to

hospital, Beta. Did you need me to assist you,” she asks, smiling up at me. She hasn’t pulled away from me, and I count that as a win.

your assistance,” I say, tucking her against my side and heading out of the packhouse

Kennedy POV

I have, which isn’t nearly as much as my mother’s, but I knew her panic would only cause things to spiral out of control. One of the very first things I learned in my mother’s hospital was to remain calm. If you aren’t calm, you make mistakes and my mother would never have forgiven herself if Wendy died because of something

Deborah out to get blood from my family. Wendy didn’t have enough after bleeding out and since I couldn’t stop the bleeding until I got the

low enough that Echo could barely hear it. By then, I had two of the four gashes cleaned out. Because I needed to hurry, I used steri–strips to hold the gashes together while I kept

began stitching up her

her stomach, then her spleen before closing the last two gashes. The ribs will Have to heal on their own since there’s no good way to set those bones or if there is, I’m not that advanced in my medical knowledge. I’ll talk to my mother

me to wrap Wendy’s chest and abdomen, securing the ribs and holding the stitched wounds together to help them

step back, monitoring her vital signs, my entire body aches. I’m exhausted. I’ve never been the one to save a life like this.

my sister’s pale face. I brush the hair away from her head

overnight. You won’t be alone, Wendy, so you and Dasha focus on getting your strength back. I love you, sis,” I say before standing up and after

my parents, all my siblings, Madison,

“She’s stable.”

into them. I love my father,

so much trouble, Little Pup,” he whispers into my ear as he wraps his arms around me. I nod, unable to care that he’s upset with me right now. I let his scent calm me but before the fatigue settles into my bones and I collapse, I turn to my mother, giving her the medical version of what I did with Wendy. Quirin wraps his arms around me from behind, holding

get some

back but Quirin scoops me up into

dead on your feet, Little

I ask, leaning my head