Brooke
I shifted my gaze to Dr. Ivan as he came into the room with a nurse. I reached for Dimitri’s hand and held it tightly; in return, he rubbed circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.
“Alpha, Luna Whiteflower.” He nodded to both of us and grabbed a rolly chair as he approached the foot of the bed. “How are you feeling?” Dr. Ivan removed his glasses and set them on the tray.
“Extremely sore, it’s difficult to breathe, but I can manage. I haven’t tried walking yet.” I cast my gaze to the floor.
The nurse moved to the other side of the bed and reattached my IV to the machine. Once finished, she bowed her head and stepped back towards the door. Dr. Ivan cleared his throat. His eyes volleyed between Dimitri and me, and then he realized that Michael was still in the room.
"Michael
