GARRETT
“What’s going to happen to her now?” I asked Dr Marie when we entered the clinic, my mate placed safely in my hands, sleeping like a beauty from a fairy-tale. Not even the dried mud in her hair could make her look less angelic.
“Nurses will clean her and then she will rest in her room.” Unintentionally, I growled. Just the thought of others touching my mate made the blood bubble in my veins. And Christine’s doctor noticed how disapproving I had been in this matter. “Mr Amar, despite the personnel being highly professional, I can relate to your concern. Therefore, I assure you no male will touch her.” She gave me a sympathetic smile. Even though I disliked the idea, I had to admit Christine needed to be checked and cleaned by professionals, her wounded ankle needed treatment.
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