About two years ago Max
My father insisted I do volunteer work before becoming the Alpha of his pack or if I chose my grandfathers. He said it would tie me to the community and make me appreciate things more.
So here I was doing my second and final week at Saint Mary’s Hospital. Most of the time, I helped pass out food or got books for the patients. I have even assisted a nurse a time or two with changing bedclothes.
Today I checked in on my usual floor, and there wasn’t much to do, so I headed up to the fourth floor, ICU.
Lisa, the nurse I helped last time, was sitting behind the desk, reading over some notes when I rounded the corner.
“Got anything for me to do?” I asked her.
“Not right now, but you might just help me carry some things to a room. I need to run a new IV,” she
