Madison Frost
I groaned and hissed as warm water ran over my body. The doctors couldn’t examine my wounds until all the blood had been washed away, and this would be nothing compared to when they applied the disinfectant. I moved slowly, aware of the IV in my hand. The medics had pushed some antidote on the way to the hospital.
I was exhausted, and by the time all the blood was washed away, I was ready to sleep. A few nurses patted me dry and took note of my injuries that would require stitches.
I was covered with a sheet as a doctor stitched my shoulder when Titus rushed into the room with Alpha Barrett behind him.
“Mads!” he yelled, coming to the bedside.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, looking at him and smiling.
“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing over at the doctor. The area was numb, an
