Page 134 of Knot My Sin

Opening the door, Everest nods as he sees me. Walking over to the bed gingerly, I see that the guys kicked Jasper and the doctor out of the room, so they could get Wren into comfier clothes.

She’s now wearing Shaw’s T-shirt and her own joggers, and as I lay on the bed, I watch as Jasper and Dr. Fields walk back into the room. The doctor has a large medical bag in his hand, making me wish we didn’t need him to make so many personal house calls.

“Alright, has Wren woken up at all since she passed out?” Dr. Fields asks, looking around the room as he puts down the bag. It looks as if he’s not going to kick them all out until he absolutely needs to, which is just as well.

“No,” I murmur. “She passed out several hours ago, and hasn’t woken up. Wren hit her head several times tonight, and Trey backhanded her a few times.”

Dr. Fields makes a face, looking down at Wren for a moment. “Is any of this blood hers?” he asks.

“No,” I deny. “Most of it is the alpha who kidnapped us.”

“Good,” he growls, making my lips twitch in amusement. I suppose you can’t be the personal doctor to a mafia family and not be a little blood thirsty yourself. “Any injuries I need to know about?”

“Wren was tasered earlier tonight,” I tell him, and my heart flops over at his shock.

“He’s dead, right?” he asks in a very un-Hippocratic manner.

“Yep,” I say. “She killed him, and like the gentleman I am, I held him down.”

The alphas around me snort, making me grin. I haven’t had much to smile about tonight.

“Thank fuck,” Dr. Fields mutters. “Alright, alphas, I need to examine my patients now without having to worry that I’ll get a bullet to the back of my head. Take this as your cue to head out.”

“You’re so lucky you’re good at your job,” Shaw grunts as Jasper snickers.

“It actually makes me happy to see how overbearing you lot are,” he teases as they walk out the door.

Turning toward me, Dr. Fields raises his brow at me. “Talk, now.”

There’s no bark in his voice, making me sigh. “Trey wanted to hurt Wren by hurting me. He’s the man who bought her ten years ago and had her on hormone suppressants, but decided that he didn’t want to let her go after all. Anyway, he commanded Wren not to move while she watched him rape me. Thankfully, she managed to break through the command to help me.”

“She broke it?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes, and he couldn’t use his alpha bark on her again,” I admit. “I don’t know if it’ll ever work after what I saw. I feel a little, um, raw if I’m being honest.”

“I noticed in your walk,” Dr. Fields says. “I don’t think any damage will be permanent, but I still want to check on it, with your permission.”

I appreciate the opportunity to give consent. “Yeah, that’s fine. After Wren though.”

He smiles at me and begins to examine her, wincing at the bruises from the taser. Cleaning the area, he also adds more arnica cream to help.

“I’m going to clean up her face to examine her, and then I’m going to start an IV before I wake her up. I definitely think she has a concussion,” Dr. Fields says. “My next question is a little delicate. Did Trey… hurt her anywhere else?”

Realizing he’s asking if she was sexually assaulted, I shake my head. “No, he went into a rut and kind of lost it while he was taunting her with me,” I explain. “It’s probably why the asshole didn’t realize she’d broken his alpha bark until she was sinking the blade into his back.”

“Serves the idiot right,” he mutters. “Okay, let’s get you two fixed up.”

Wearing gloves, he wipes the blood with a medical wipe from Wren’s face. The scent makes me crinkle my nose as I watch, but he’s quick and effective as he works. Soon, we both have an IV with fluids and vitamins to help stave off shock, and he’s attempting to wake Wren up.

“Wren, I need you to open your eyes,” he says, snapping his fingers in front of her. Wren whimpers, and Ambrose is at the door immediately, murder in his eyes.

Shaking my head, I smile at him to help him know she’s okay.

“We need to wake her up,” I tell him. Frowning, he nods as he walks back out, though I know he won’t go far. Reaching through my bond with Wren, I tug on it to see if it’ll help. Gasping, she cries out as she opens her eyes.

“Sorry, Little One,” I say, feeling bad that I freaked her out. “You’ve been asleep for a while. The doctor wants to check on you.”

“We have to stop meeting like this,” she says with a weak smile.

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