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Max
Once we got into the small-town hospital, the doctors and nurses ran all sorts of tests on Zack and me, and while I wished I could get them to act faster and hopefully get us someone who can understand one of the very limited number of languages I can speak, it probably wasn’t a bad idea. I stayed in my cerberus form the whole time, feeling it would be safer.
It took over an hour before a doctor came in. He was looking at some test results on the papers in his hands and he seemed slightly troubled by them, but when he met my eyes, well, the eyes of one of my heads, he gave me a pointed look. “While you’re dehydrated and should probably try to get some good meals into you, there doesn’t seem to be much else wrong with you...”
That was the end of my ‘wounded shifter’ act. I shifte
