The golden Luna Doctor

Chapter 6

-THEIA-

"Are you my Luna?" the man mumbled, his breathing shallow and labored.

"Luna? S.hit! You're a werewolf." I already knew it before he said anything. His strong and commanding presence was unmistakable—he was pure Alpha.

All these years, I have avoided werewolf territories. How did one of them end up here?

It didn't matter whether he was a werewolf or not, I had to save him. The other two men, probably werewolves too, were nearby. They were injured but not in immediate danger. The ambulance would arrive soon, but the smell of gasoline was thick in the air. Flames began to dance around the car, growing ever closer to the ruptured fuel tank. The car was on the verge of exploding.

You don't need to be a doctor to know that moving an injured person after an accident is usually a bad idea, but given the imminent danger, I had no choice. Having already checked his vitals quickly, I knew time was running out. I had to get him as far away from the crashed car as possible.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced my hands to remain steady. "I'm not your Luna, but I promise you'll see her soon. Right now, I need your help. Can you move your legs?" I asked, attempting to free him from the mangled vehicle. Thankfully, he wasn't too trapped.

He groaned in pain as he dragged his legs out of the car, while I used every ounce of my strength to help move his muscular body.

Just as I pulled him clear, a second explosion erupted behind us, sending a wave of heat and debris into the air. We tumbled to the ground, and he shielded my body with his, his back being hit by the flying rubble.

The fire blazed behind us, his ragged breath fanning my face. "You saved me, angel," he whispered before collapsing onto me, then rolling to the side on the asphalt.

The piercing siren of two ambulances broke through the night, their flashing red and white lights casting a strobe-like glow over the area. Following my call to 911, the paramedics arrived.

Coming to a halt, the back doors of the vehicles swung open. The paramedics sprang out, moving quickly, carrying medical bags and stretchers, ready to spring into action.

I signaled to them to approach, making sure that this man was the first to receive care, due to his critical condition. Before checking the alpha, I had already assessed the other two men. After confirming all the patients were stable, we headed to St. Michael, the hospital where I work. I decided to accompany the Alpha, concerned about his state.

Something was telling me to not leave his side.

Luckily, there was no traffic, and we reached the hospital quickly. The other men, one with blond hair and one with dark skin, were also injured, but they were semi-conscious, and their injuries were superficial. Being werewolves, they were no longer in danger, and their wounds were already starting to close. I just hope the hospital staff didn't notice their accelerated recovery.

There was something off with the Alpha. My mind raced, searching for a clue. Upon closer inspection, I noticed something glinting under the man’s skin. Silver! It was likely there were other fragments inside him, preventing him from healing.

"This one needs urgent surgery! We need to stop his internal bleeding!" I shouted to my team members.

He was strong, but his vitals were dropping. We were about to lose him and that thought terrified me.

He was brought to the operating room without delay. I watched through the glass window, ensuring that every shrapnel of silver was removed. The surgeons managed to stop the bleeding, and the alpha was returned to the ER.

With the final fragment removed, his condition should have improved, but it didn’t. He was slipping away. The silver had contaminated his blood, and the poison was spreading. We administered several transfusions of clean blood, hoping it would cleanse the toxin from his system.

Since there was nothing else to be done, the hospital staff left him to recover on his own. I couldn't bring myself to leave. I stayed in the room, needing to be close to him to ensure he got better.

But with each passing moment, he grew weaker. His pulse was faint.

I couldn't understand it. We did everything we could. Why wasn't he getting better? Could it be that the silver poisoning was so severe that he couldn't overcome it?

Gently, I brushed away a loose strand of his dark hair from his closed eyes. "Tell me, Alpha, how can I help you?" I whispered softly, mostly to myself.

His breaths were shallow, barely making a sound. He was eerie still, and his skin was pale. His face was bruised, yet you could see that he was handsome. His strong and well-defined jawline was covered in dark stubble, his full and well-shaped lips were split.

I blink back my own anguish, my chest tightening. My throat was thick and tears were threatening to fall. He was dying.

But there is no way I wouldn't let this happen. Running my hands over his broad chest, I searched for anything beneath his taunted skin. Maybe we'd missed something. When I touched his heart, the weak beat seemed to grow stronger.

Lingering, I left my hand there, feeling his heartbeat for a while. I could feel his heartbeat inside me, together with my own. It was as if our hearts were somehow connected.

Then, something unexpected happened. My hand began to glow. At first, it was a faint light, making me think I was imagining it. But it grew stronger and warmer, a golden glow radiating over the alpha's chest until his heartbeat became noticeably stronger.

"Angel," he murmured, his eyes still closed. His breathing intensified and his vitals stabilized.

He was back, and I didn't know what the h.ell had just happened.