Allison
The clinic ping hits my phone at 12:06pm.
CLINIC, Shift Instability (Trauma) Bay 3 Request; calming assist (non-chemical).
I'm two blocks away. I text on my way and jog.
Inside, the lights are bright and the air clean. Nurse Moira glances up from triage and points me in without a speech. "Omega courier, female, early twenties," she says, moving with me. "Superficial claw to the flank, deeper tear on the thigh. BP jumped, shift won't hold. Sedation's a bad call with her pressure. Can you do a soft steady?"
"I'll ask," I say.
At Bay 3, the patient grips the rails in human form while her wolf drags her eyes dark and back again. The monitors show a pulse that's too fast and a respiratory rate that's shallow. Kian tapes an IV while Dr. Sato sets a suture tray and ke
