The Alpha And His Powerful Human Doctor

Chapter 3

Although I couldn’t say or hear anything, I saw it when my stretcher was put between a couple of more stretchers with patients covered in debris, crying in pain.

I felt everything that was done to me by the first doctor who injected an IV into my hand and shouted. “He is an emergency patient. He needs to get to the hospital right now.”

I felt it when they took my fingerprint for identification as soon as I was strapped into the ambulance.

And now, a few minutes into the ride. Although I can’t move, I can feel, see, and hear everything that is being said.

“The other hospitals in this area won't take us, so where are we supposed to go?” Someone in the ambulance is speaking to someone I think is a doctor at the hospital we are heading to.

“We are full here too. We don’t have any surgeons or doctors. Take him to the Dr. Alaric Voss, Integrated Medical Complex. It is closer to you, and a huge medical base camp for casualties of the earthquake has been set up there.”

“He is not registered in their database. He can’t wait through their registration procedure. If we take him there, there is a high chance he will die waiting.”

The other person on the other side says nothing and hangs up. “Hello....Hello. He hung up on me.”

“So, what do we do now?” The driver of the ambulance asks the doctor, who was on a call, who is now sighing in frustration.

“Let’s take him to the Voss Complex. And hope for the best.”

Hearing that they are taking me to that place. I feel my heartbeat shoot up, and my body starts shaking before I can stop it.

It is where the humans who kidnapped me took my wolf away from my body.

I push harder to stay still, but my mind is pushing me to remember the memory and causing more uncontrolled body shaking.

“Pulse dropping. He’s crashing! Stay with me! Can you hear me?” There is so much desperation and panic in the doctor’s voice as he tries to hold me still.

I hear you. I want to say that, but my body has taken on a brain of its own from the memory of my experience there and what hell those people have made me live through.

My body doesn’t want me to go back because I barely escaped. They did not just take away my wolf; they also wanted to cut my organs while I was still alive for illegal organ donation for the hospital.

Who is to say they won’t do it again?

I feel more fear as I hear the ambulance stop and the stretcher is being moved out of the ambulance.

My eyes meet the door that I used when I escaped. Bringing me flashes of the painful memories I lived through when I stepped into the human world for the first time as a human six months ago.

I had escaped just to walk into this world where I knew no one, no friends, no parents, nobody. No house, no food, no money.

For weeks, all day long, I wandered the streets begging for food and water. On days I got something, I ate; on days I got nothing, I went to bed hungry.

“He is an unregistered patient, and he needs immediate treatment.” The doctor holding my stretcher speaks as he tries to force the stretcher into the emergency door, and the door blocks him.

A security guard who was controlling the door walks over to us. “Please put him in the queue.”

From where we are. Trying to see the end of the queue he is referring to is impossible. There are so many emergency beds lined up.

A woman with debris, holding a bleeding child, runs over to the security guard, shouting and crying. “Is this a courtroom? With the number of patients in the queue. Do you really need a lie detector test for every registration of a patient and guardian?”

The security guard pushes her out of the way, “Mom, these are the rules. You either stay in line and wait for your time or take your patient to another hospital. No new patient who is not registered with us can be treated here. You won’t get our service until you have been registered.”

“Look at my son, he is dying. I will do it all. I just need you to help him now. Please.” They all turn a blind eye to her plea.

Evil bastards! I shout in my mind. I have met many psychopaths in my life. Heartless people who kill people for no reason.

And the kind of psychopaths at Dr. Alaric Voss Integrated Medical Complex are among the top two of the psychopaths I know.

The top spot has to go to the monster that killed my mother. Anastasia.

Luckily, she is dead now.

In my world, we do not play with taking life. If you take a life, even if it is through self-defense or involuntary manslaughter, you pay with your life.

These medical personnel here and the people who kidnapped me would be on death row now if they lived in my world.

“Let me take a look at your son.” Even without turning back, I know whose voice it is. It is her.... the love of my life, Dr. Agness Voss.

My heart shoots up as I turn to look at her putting her stethoscope on the chest of the baby. “But Dr. Agness. Your grandfather said....” The security guard tries to intervene.

And she shushes him off.

So many emotions are running through me right now, as much as I want to run to her and hug her. Having missed her touch more than anything. Part of me wants me to strangle her and watch her die with my bare hands.

And as much as the thought of strangling feels nice. I can't do that right now. Then I would have killed that child she is taking care of right now.

Agness Voss is one of the best human doctors I know.