Healing Alpha's Heart

Face to face it is a bit harder

In my mind, I count the dinner as a success, but I do not have a lot of time to bask in my success because the next morning I get called to the pack hospital to do the job I and Sam really came here to do.

And there is a lot to do.

With a pack of this size, there is always someone getting hurt, sick or in some other situation that requires medical attention. Not to mention that Colin's and Darcy's pack have training in physical combat together and right now there are twice as many hot-blooded fighters that get injured more than once a day.

I had been resetting joints and bones all day and I felt like I was about to drop dead as how exhausted I am right now. Currently, I am really jealous of Sam who is working with cute babies and not nasty growling gammas.

My clothes were covered in blood and sweat, at this point all I wanted to do was crawl into a shower and to bed. At some point, it would be good to grab a bit to eat, but that does not feel like a priority.

"Okay, rest for an hour and eat something. It will be tender till the rest of the day so try not to use it too much and do not f*****g dare to fight again. If you come back to me again in the next hour, I will leave you to cry in pain as your bones will try to heal themself and we will have to re-break them to set them right."

I know that I sound rude, mean and borderline psychotic, but these were fighter Gammas, it was the only way they would understand. Not to mention the fact that the man in front of me, Jack, has been here four times today, so I was no longer in the mood to play. The only good thing about gammas is that they are used to pain, so they were easy to work with on that part. They knew haw to sit still as you sewed them back together or reset their broken bones in place.

The problem with men like Jack is that they do not really hear you when you say that they have to take things slow and easy not to hurt themselves. As volves, there are very few things that would cause them permanent damage and Gammas do not really care about scarring. I am sure that the only reason why they come to the healers is because if treated, their wounds heal a lot faster, so they can back to the field a lot faster.

"Thank you, Doc, will do."

From the tone of his voice, I was sure that it was a lie and he would be back in an hour, but I hoped that I would be replaced by the night shift healer when he returned and he would be her problem.

Exhausted I cleaned up the station, wiping away blood and dirt that the gammas left there. It was a bit therapeutic to clean at the end of the day and I was almost done when I heard the doors open behind my back.

"I swear to the moon if it's you, Jack I will break whatever is left in your...."

Words froze in my throat as I turned around and instead of the Gamma that I sent out almost an hour ago, I saw Darcy.

Surprised that I did not notice him earlier I took a little step back. I must have been really exhausted not to notice him.

"Sorry, I was sure that you were Jack."

Darcy just stared at me as a tinny smile bloomed on his lips and he nodded.

"Yeah, sorry I was a bit rough in the trailing field."

It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what he just said.

"So it was your fault that I had to treat almost fifty Gammas today, for my first day?"

Blush colored his cheeks as he lifted his hand to brush away his hair with a little nod.

"Yeah, today I was in charge... sorry."

Only now did I notice that there was a big gash at the side of his face.

"s**t, what happened?"

Without even thinking I reached out and grabbed his chin, so I could look into his face up close and inspect the damage.

"Ummm.... it's nothing, I wanted to just go back to work as it will heal soon, but your brother insisted that I should get it checked out."

At that moment, the professional side of me was in control as I made a plan of action in my head.

"He was right to tell you. If not treated it would leave a nasty scar."

My eyes travelled from his cheek up to his eyes and for a moment I realized how close to him was I standing. Only now did I realize that I was still holding his chin with my bare hand... I was touching his bare skin and we were standing so close...

Air got stuck in my lungs as I stared at him for another before jumping back from him as if the touch had burned me.

It took me another moment to get hold of the storm of emotions that were brewing inside of me and concentrate.

Remember, you are no longer about him and you are a professional.

Two deep breaths later, with a crazy amount of self-control, I forced myself to move away and get into the professional head space.

He is just another patient here, and I will treat him as such.

And it does not matter how good he smells and looks...

Or how the heat of his skin was radiating and making my knees weak.

"Umm... okay follow me."

For the first time today, my voice did not sound professional and confident.

I had scolded all of the men that came in today... but right now I am not sure that I could talk the same way to him.

"Okay, sit here and I will get the tools."

Without another word he down where I pointed as I walked to the other side of the room to get fares tools that I had packed away only a few minutes ago. I did my best to ignore how much my hands shook as I carried over the things I would need to clean, stick and bandage up the wounds on his cheek.

For the first time today, I no longer felt sure of myself or of my skill.

It was not like I lost trust in my skill or confidence... but being this close to him... it is shaking my foundation altogether.

After a few more deep breaths, I pushed a perfect professional mask in place and started working on him.

"Okay, it will sting. I have to clean the cut."

With those words, I sprayed the would and started clearing it. He did not his or even flinch as my cloth touched his skin.

Once it was clean I took a step back and felt like I could take a full breath for the first time.

"So where is your friend? I was sure that you were both working in the medic wing, isn't that why you both returned?"

"It is and we are working, it's just that Sam works with kids and I work in ER. We are both still working right now."

I said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"He is a pediatrician?"

There was a lot of emotions in his voice, but the strongest one was surprise."

"Yes, do you have a problem with that? Or did you expect it to be the opposite? Is that it? Do you not trust me because I am a woman?"