Brooke
I laid on the hospital bed. The room was spinning, so I closed my eyes, but it did not help to my dismay. I sighed loudly.
“Brooke, are you okay?” Ky asked me from the chair he sat in beside the bed.
“The room won’t stop spinning. I’m exhausted and sore everywhere. But I’m alive, so I guess that’s a plus.” I replied.
The pack doctor waltzed into the room. Her hair swung around her face as she came to a halt. “Hi Brooke, I hear our future alpha has a pup!” She squeals with excitement.
The pitch in her voice caused me to cringe. “Please stop squealing… my head is killing me.”
“Oh, dear. My deepest apologies Brooke.” She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. “I’m doctor Bridgette Marigold. You can call me Dr. Mari if you’d like. I know it’s a mouthful.” She chuckled.
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