“I need you to hold down his arms…” Dean instructed as she obeyed, looking downwards to Tate and taking hold of each of his wrists.
“If you do anything to hurt him-”
“I understand.” Dean interrupted her, bringing the scalpel set in an emergency medical kit to Tate’s skin, slowly leading the edge of the blade forward to make the first incision. But he would find yet another disturbance as the patient lurched forward in pain. An ear-piercing bark startled them both before Avery was able to subdue him as he moved back into a state of forced slumber.
“If he proves to be any harm to you, my orders are-” Dean began to explain as Avery’s face twisted with disagreement.
“F*ck your orders. It is because of you that he’s like this. The least you can do is save him...or at least try to…”
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