13
Nyko
Megan was unconscious. Not moving. Stretched out on the doctor’s exam chair completely helpless and small and there was nothing I could do.
The helplessness was driving my beast mad. It paced and circled, wanted to rip the head off the doctor for not healing her immediately.
“What is wrong with her?” I growled.
The doctor passed another wand over her head and checked the readings. “You know what’s wrong.”
Yes, I knew. She was bleeding again. As if the bright red droplets leaking from her eyes weren’t a clue. Thank the gods I wore the mating cuffs. Without their steadying influence, I’d be tearing this place—and this nonresponsive doctor—to pieces. “So, stop the bleeding.”
“It’s not that simple, I’m afraid.” The doctor nodded to one of his assistants. The young woman moved to
