BELLA
Firm and sinewy, that's how I remember Brad's hands to be, not this weak one that feels delicate on my palm. I watch him in bed as Esme examines him; his breath uneven and shallow.
“It wasn't as bad as this a while ago Esme, please tell me what I need to do.” I say, fear lacing every word.
Esme ignored my question as she studied his pupils with a tiny torch, a slight frown etched on her face.
Sweat drenched his pillow as his breath became faster.
“Esme, talk to me.”
“His wolf is fighting the poison,” Esme says, placing her stethoscope on his chest.
“I hear two heartbeats. Honestly, have no experience with this kind of poison, but don't be surprised if he shifts from time to time.” she added, retrieving the stethoscope.
“He is an Alpha, he should be fine in a few hours.”
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