Can I?
We mindlink the pack doctors to be ready, and when we get there, they meet us at the back door of the pack hospital with a stretcher. At first, I refused to put her down, but Tristian and the doctors convinced me that if I dont, she would die. I lay her gently on the stretcher. The doctors immediately throw an oxygen mask on her to assist with breathing and insert an IV to feed her fluids. They drag her down the hall to the surgery room, and it takes everyone present to keep me outside. I refuse any medical attention for myself. I won't take up any doctor's time with wounds that will eventually heal when they could be an extra pair of hands working on Samantha. I sit in the waiting room for hours with my head between my knees and wait. Tristian sits across from me, tapping his foot r
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