He begins to look around the room again, panicked now.
“You’re not from our pack. You shouldn’t be here.”
He mutters.
“Sir, I think you’re confused.”
I say and his eyes land on me before snapping back to Luna.
The patient suddenly starts thrashing.
“You shouldn’t be this close. Why are you alone here?”
He growls.
“Easy.”
Luna says.
“No! You’re not ours. I don’t know you.”
He snarls.
His eyes narrow again.
“What pack are you from?”
Luna folds her arms slightly.
“That’s not relevant right now.”
“It is to me.”
“You’re injured. I am trying to help you. Just focus on breathing.”
She says firmly but he trashes again.
"No, don't touch me."
I step forward as Luna tries to touch him.
“Hey, relax. She is just helping you. Your arm is bleeding pretty badly...”
I begin but he je
