Page 12 of Spider Demon's Kiss

I was reaching across my body to feel where the bullet hit me when the door reopened and a doctor entered. She was a lot younger than I was used to my doctor’s looking. She was also distinctly not a wolf.

As far as I could smell, she was human. Of course, so was Sato. But that didn’t stop him from being possessed by a demon.

“No, don’t do that,” she insisted, reaching out as to stop my hand.

Not knowing the situation, I lowered my hand and again tried to speak.

“What happened?” I squeaked out, my throat feeling like a desert.

“You might need something to drink.”

The small Indian lady turned to my brother.

“Do you mind telling one of the nurses at the stand to bring Mr. Ricci something to drink?”

“Of course.”

“And, can you give us a minute once you do?” she requested causing Lorenzo’s eyes to bounce to mine.

I gave him a nod and Lorenzo agreed. I figured, whatever the doctor knew was better kept between us, at least until I had time to eliminate a few potential shooters.

With my brother gone, the doctor approached the side of my bed. She had kind eyes and there was something about her I trusted.

“I’m Dr. Rohit. You’re in Garrison Hospital Center because you were in a car accident,” she explained.

“I hit something,” I replied as my memories surfaced. “Was it a tree?”

“It was.”

“Someone shot me and I passed out.”

She looked at me confused. “I’m sorry?”

“Someone shot me. They hit me in the neck. It caused me to lose control.”

Still confused, the doctor gently held my chin and turned my head. When she didn’t find anything on one side, she tilted my chin to look at the other.

“Why do you think you were shot in the neck?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Cause I felt it. It was right here,” I said finally reaching from the spot again.

To my surprise, not only did my neck not hurt to touch, but there was nothing there. No wound, no bandage, nothing. And as far as I could tell from how the rest of my body felt, I hadn’t shifted and healed it.

“I don’t understand. I felt it.”

“As far as our examiners have been able to tell, you haven’t sustained any injury that might have broken the surface. You will probably have a bruise across your chest from the seat belt and your head might be a little foggy from the impact with the air bag. But, miraculously, other than that, you’re fine.”

“I’m fine?” I asked confused. “Then, why did I pass out.”

The doctor stuck her hands in her pockets and relaxed.

“Yes. That is why I requested that I speak to you alone.”

“Okay,” I asked bracing myself.

“I know how important image can be in your world…”

“What world is that?” I asked interrupting.

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