Page 61 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

I looked down at the man before me. He was in his early twenties from what I could see. His face looked sickly and I could see some abnormalities in it. His skin looked sallow and there were grey veins around his eyes and up his neck, it was also covered in a layer of slime-like sweat.

"He was bitten by a Manangal two weeks ago. We have tried several treatment methods. You can see his wounds… infected. Any suggestions? I have tried all the herbal remedies, including your suggested method yesterday. It hasn’t made much difference at all. His blood is completely poisoned." Doctor Callum said.

I could tell he truly was a doctor who aimed to help his patients no matter how low the chances were - that was clear from the fact he was asking me. Looking for any input I stared at the man before me, analysing him quietly. He suddenly turned and looked at me with his dilated pupils that were a pale yellow, most likely his wolf’s eyes… The urge to help him overcame me. I looked into his eyes which seemed to be trying to speak.

"It’s his mind." I said suddenly, blinking at my own words.

Doctor Callum and the two warriors looked at me sharply.

"Mind?"

I shook my head; I don’t even know what I meant… I stepped closer and one of the warriors placed an arm in front of me.

"It’s dangerous." He said, his bright, sharp blue eyes looked cold.

"I’ll be fine." I said confidently.

I stepped closer, until I was right up against the bed. The man growled, his eyes enlarging as he tried to reach for me as if he wanted to attack me. The two men moved forward but I raised my hand.

"Hold it." I said, before I placed my hand on the man’s forehead, forcing it back against the table.

He struggled as I gently stroked it, it was clear he was in pain. My heart was filled with sadness, wondering how much pain he was in. I understood the need to bind him, but it was clear the restriction was distressing him too.

"Do sedatives not work?" I asked, watching the man calm down under my touch.

No reply. I looked up at Callum who was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Doctor?"

"How are you doing that?" He asked quietly.

"Doing what?"

"Calming him…" He said.

I looked back at the man who now had become still, his breathing more even. My heart skipped a beat and I removed my hand.

"I didn’t do anything special." I said.

Callum grunted. "I would assume you’re a witch, but us wolves can smell witches."

I smiled cheekily despite the grim situation.

"Maybe I'm just a natural." I teased, before looking back at the man. "We need to keep him calm. I’m sure if he wasn’t so distressed, he would heal better."

Callum looked at the warriors before scratching his chin.

"I’m not sure what to say, this patients’ chance of survival and recovery is a less than five percent. I don’t think just his mind being at ease will help."

"Is there anything you can do for him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing more, we will of course keep trying but-"

"Then that’s fine. From today, can I decide what to do with this patient and take care of him?" I asked.

My gaze fell to his mark and another wave of sorrow washed over me. I wonder what his mate was going through…

"Very well…" Callum said. "I will make you a pass while you are here. This is against protocol, but the Alpha made it clear that you were to be treated with the highest regards."

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