Calm down.
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I could see she was swaying. Her skin had gone white, pale, see-through, even. Her heart rate I could hear was speeding up. Then her body slumped, but I was quick enough I could catch her.
Her friend ran over to her. “Lucy, are you alright? Lucy, talk to me.” Lucy’s eyes were shut, and her heart rate had dropped.
Lucy was not going to answer anyone. She was out. I looked toward the doctor for what to do. “Take her to my clinic,” he stated, and I picked her up. She weighed nothing in my arms. I pulled her tightly against my chest. She warmed my heart, though she seemed a little colder.
Her friend walked up to the doctor and me. “Where are you taking her?”
“To my clinic,” the doctor said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m a doctor.”
“Are you actually a doctor, or are you just k********g my friend?” her friend asked, walking up toward the doctor.
“I am a doctor,” the doctor said again. He gave her a smile. “Please, trust me.”
Her friend looked at her. There was clear hesitation in her eyes. There was clear worry. She glanced between the doctor and then me and then her friend. She kept doing that as if she would find some answer to the questions she wanted to ask. “I’m taking her,” I said, pushing past both of them.
The doctor looked at me but did not stop me per se. He glared at me then turned his attention to her friend. “We both only want what is best for your friend. I can assure you of that.”
Her friend did not say anything. I could see that her face was broken. It was trying to decide the best situation for her, and there did not seem to be a good answer. No matter what she said, she did not like it, and I did not care.
I cared about Lucy. She was the one in my arms. She was the only thing in the world that I cared about at that moment. I could have let the rest of the world burn. I did not care. I did not care. Let the world burn. If it meant that Lucy would live, let the world burn.
I walked out of the museum, Lucy in my arms. Thankfully, there were only about 200 feet before we got to the clinic. I started sprinting after only a few seconds. She had to be fine. I got to the clinic and laid her down on the first bed I could find. I kneeled beside her. She had to be fine. I looked over to see if the doctor had made it yet, but he was nowhere to be found. Where the hell was he? What if Lucy was actually sick? What if something happened to her?
The scenarios of the horrible things that could happen if Lucy was actually hurt played through my head until the doctor showed up about three minutes later. “Where the hell were you?” I growled at him.
“She’s fine,” he said, glaring at me. “But she needs rest, and I need to test a few things. So, you need to leave.”
“I am staying right here,” I growled at him.
Her friend walked over to her. “She looks pale.”
“She overexerted herself,” the doctor said, looking at Lucy’s friend. “She will be fine.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. How could he be sure of that? He could not and dared me to tell him that fact. “Why don’t you head back the dinner and get some sugary things and actual food that you know your friend would like?” the doctor said, addressing Lucy’s friend.
She nodded and walked away. There was so much concern in her eyes. I had just as much concern, if not more. She was my mate. I still had not decided for how long. It did not matter at that moment. She was my mate at the time. That was the only thing that mattered.
“You need to calm down,” the doctor said, glaring at me.
“She is…” I began.
He glared at me. “I am aware of what she is to you. You think that I am not aware of that. I also know that the connection is not as strong until you make things official, yet you are already angry for her fainting. Things will get harder for her, and she is not going to need someone who cannot keep his cool. She is going to need someone who can be strong for her. Take a walk and decide if you can be that for her.”
I did as he instructed.
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