Page 28 of Captive Omega

“Supplies to deal with your cuts. I had hoped Vaughn was joking when he said he was picking glass out of your feet, but he wasn’t, was he?” She lets out a tired sigh and crosses over to me, placing the bag on the floor beside my chair.

My muscles tense at a stranger so close, and I have to exert all my effort not to pull away.

“Please tell me he wasn’t doing it with one of his knives?” she says, riffling through her bag.

One of his knives? How many does the guy have?

“No. He had a torch and a pair of tweezers he dipped in alcohol.”

She briefly closes her eyes, massaging her brow as she mutters something under her breath. It sounds suspiciously like the sort of curse I hadn’t expected a doctor would even know, much less use.

“What did you say?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “You don’t want to know. Can I take a look?”

Nothing is making me think she’s here for any other reason than to give medical treatment, so I nod.

Sadie snaps her gloves on and sets to work peeling the gauze off so she can examine the soles of my feet. She hums, pulling a magnifying glass from her bag to continue her task. First my right foot, then my left, gets a thorough inspection.

“What is it?”

She says quietly, “He did a good job. Never tell him I told you that or he will do it again. This had to have hurt.”

“It was okay,” I lie.

She sighs. “It absolutely was not okay for you to go through pain we could have avoided.” Then she sighs again. “It looks like he got all the glass out. I can clean the wound and put a dressing on it. Please try not to get it wet tonight. The longer you stay off your feet, the faster it will heal.”

That’s a problem.

Staying off my feet means staying still, and staying still means staying put.

In a house with alphas.

“I’ll do that,” I lie again.

“There might be some tiny slivers I can’t see. The less you stay off your feet, the more chance they have to work themselves out.” She gives me a pointed look that makes me think I need to work on my lying face, then pulls a small bottle and a plastic sealed dressing from her bag. “This will sting a bit, but I need to clean it or it might get infected.”

“Okay.”

It does a hell of a lot more than sting, but I bite my lip instead of howling like I want to.

“Do I want to know how long you’ve been walking around with glass in your feet?” she asks.

Ah. She must have seen the dirty bucket of water Vaughn carried out as she slipped in.

I must have walked more in one day than I have in the two years I was a captive. “Probably not.”

She mutters something else, and I almost smile at her potty mouth. “And if I ask you to please stay off it and let it heal…”

“You wouldn’t like my answer,” I say, since she didn’t seem to believe me when I lied before.

I study her as she wraps my feet with gauze. There must be some personal history between Pack Lucas and this doctor for her to rush here in the middle of the night. She doesn’t look exhausted, but she’s definitely tired.

“Is this a regular thing, then?” I ask. “You making late night home visits like this?”

Maybe I’m the tired one. I make it sound like she’s stopping in for a booty call instead of to administer first aid.

“I’ve worked with Lucas Security for several years now. They usually bring patients to me, but when they call, I will drop what I’m doing and come as soon as I can. They do good work here.” Sadie finishes a task that hurts almost as much as Vaughn pulling glass from my feet and looks at me. “If you don’t think it’s safe here, I can assure you that you are. No one will hurt you.”

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