Filed to story: The Packs Doctor Novel Free PDF Online (Yara & Warren)
“Put them down, but don’t kill them. Alpha Harold and I will deal with them.”
I answer a few more questions, and Harold does as well. Then we divide into our four groups and head to
our locations. This time, I’m in the truck. I have Harold, Charlie, and Franklin on conference call.
We begin to hear Brady’s patrols sounding the alarm as they spot us coming in. Good, that will make it easier for us to know who to fight.
Hopefully, his omegas and pups will go into the safe rooms and stay there during the battle.
When I’m in position, I let the group know.
“Ready,” Franklin says.
“Ready,” Charlie says a moment later.
Harold had the farthest to drive, going around the other side of the pack. When he finally says that he’s in position, I hang up and get out of the truck. I howl the howl of attack, hearing the sounds go up all around Brady’s pack.
Then I leap into the bed of the truck, grab a tree trunk and toss it onto the edge of Brady’s pack where I can smell the metallic scent of his traps. The moment the stump hits the ground, it blows, sending slivers of wood chips everywhere.
I duck, feeling some find their way into my body, but nothing that will cause more than discomfort. Then the bombs start going off all around the pack lands. As soon as our truck bed is empty, I shift and howl. Time for Brady to die.
Yara.
We only had a couple of hours before the injured started coming in.
The first thing I realize is that every single one of them has splinters all over them. Because they blew the bombs with wood, they’ve all been hit with various sizes and amounts of debris.
“Make sure you get every piece of wood out of them. If you don’t, they’ll become infected. Warriors, you need to let my team know if you feel pain somewhere so we can get all these wood pieces out of you. If we don’t and you get an infection, I’ll pull you from duty until you’re healed.”
“Yes, Luna,” they say with varying degrees of strength in their voice.
Savannah and I begin doing triage and I take the worst ones while she takes the ones that she can handle.
The first group that comes in have large pieces of tree that punctured through them. I’m guessing others did as well, but this group couldn’t pull these pieces out without causing more damage to their bodies. I take the one with a large piece of wood in the thigh, and Savannah takes with one with wood through the shoulder. Both warriors will be down for a while.
While I work, Noelle begins cleaning out the other wood pieces. I’ve just gotten the large piece of wood out of this warrior’s leg when I hear a commotion in the front of the hospital.
“LUNA!”
I look at Noelle. “Stitch him up and come find me,” I say, rushing from the room.
When I get to the front, one of the warriors is screaming in pain. There are several warriors holding him, as Anna pushes a gurney toward them. As soon as he’s on the gurney, I see the problem. He must have stepped on a bomb. One of his legs from the knee down is missing, what’s left of the bone is sticking out below his knee. Thankfully, someone put a tourniquet just above his knee so he didn’t bleed out. “Just let me die, Luna,” he says, and when I get to him, I see that it’s Carson.
“You know the rules of my hospital, Carson,” I say, looking over his injury quickly.
“What can I do?” Anna asks.
“Go take over for Noelle, finish stitching up that warrior and let her come help me.
“Luna, I can help you,” Savannah says, rushing out.
I look at Anna who quickly looks behind her, assessing the next most critical injury we have.
“We can keep the others stable, Luna.”
“Let’s go,” I say to Savannah. She rushes ahead of me, holding the door as I push Carson into the room. “Luna, please. I’m a warrior. A warrior needs both legs. Just let me die,”
he says. I can tell that he truly wants this. He wants to die.
“Now you listen to me, Carson! First of all, you’re more than a warrior.
You’re a mate and you’re going to be a father. You need to think about Eva and your pup. What happens if you die. You’re marked and mated now. If you die, she’ll feel it and what if that kills her and your pup? Is that what you want?” I ask while Savannah gets an IV into him.
I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “And second, you can be a warrior with one leg. You are still an amazing fighter, Carson. When you come out of this, and I said when, Carson, not if. When you come out of this, we’ll talk to Warren about what we can do. There are prosthetics for you and your wolf that we can look into. You are NOT dying in my hospital. Do you hear me?”
When his eyes start to close, I lift my hand, telling Savannah to hold off on putting him under completely. “Do you hear me, Carson?” I growl, right next to his ear.
“Yes, Luna,” he murmurs.
“Good man. Make your Luna proud,” I say then nod to Savannah.
The surgery took hours. Eventually, Noelle switched out with Savannah so she could continue to take the others who came in with critical injuries. I had to remove the broken bone and the knee, but I was able to salvage the rest of his leg.
“How long will it take for him to heal, Luna?” Noelle asks.
“That depends on him. Let’s keep him sedated overnight and let his body and his wolf rest. Then we’ll see how he’s doing tomorrow.”
“Yes, Luna.”
I step out of the room, mentally preparing myself to take the next person who needs assistance, but instead, I get Eva.
“Luna! How is he? Is he going to survive?” she asks.
I pull her aside. “I’m going to be honest with you, Eva. He lost part of one of his legs and he wanted to die.”
“But no one dies in your hospital,” she says, her voice desperate.
“That’s right. That’s what I told him. I also told him that he has a mate and a pup on the way, so dying isn’t really an option for him. He has a long recovery ahead of him, Eva. You need to be prepared for that But a lot of that will be mental. His role in the pack will change, but I’ll be talking to Warren about what we can do to keep him on in some sort of warrior capacity. I mentioned prosthetics to him, but we can talk about that more once he’s awake. I’m keeping him sedated overnight so that he can rest, and his wolf can heal.”
“Can I stay with him?” she asks me.
“Of course. If anything changes, find one of us, but he’s stable right now.”