Page 5 of Secretary's Obsession

Chapter Three

Scott

Leaving was the last thing he’d wanted to do, but with his demon insistent that the large, scruffy bear was theirs, Scott had taken matters into his own hands. It was that or do something he’d struggled to stop happening, his demon coming out to play.

Outside the curtain, he took a deep breath and regretted it at the stench of blood and guts coming from somewhere to his left. He walked in the opposite direction, searching for someone that smelled like a shifter to gain some answers for George. Hopefully, that would settle the bear, who seemed to have a few issues.

He has no issues whatsoever, it’s you that is the problem.

What is up with you?Scott asked his demon side impatiently, still dealing with the whole ‘blissful one’ possibility.

He’s ours, and no pretending will convince me or him otherwise. Don’t deny you can’t feel the need to touch… to taste that gorgeous honey bear.

That ‘gorgeous honey bear’ couldn’t wait for us to leave him alone. What of that suggests he knows he belongs to us? Because if this were real,he motioned with his fingers,then as a shifter, he’d know it, too.The moment Scott considered that and how the bear had behaved, his shoulders slumped, and to distract himself from the dull ache in his chest, he looked about to find someone to ask the questionstheir bearwanted answering.

Told you.

Be quiet!

“Excuse me, could you help me?” Scott asked of the first person who wasn’t running.

The woman in navy scrubs eyed him with impatience as she moved the tray she held into her other hand away from him. Did she think he was interested in taking her drugs?

He felt the insult and stood a little taller, straightening his suit jacket and then his tie.

“What is it you need?” She scanned his suit before looking him in the eye, but nothing changed in her expression.

A furrow appeared on the bridge of his nose as he stared her down. “George Maybank, the bear shifter in the cubicle just down there in the emergency bay needs some attention and has questions relating to why the paramedics took it upon themselves to drug him to prevent him from shifting and healing.”

As Scott considered that George had been left alone with a head injury, his anger, something he rarely felt, surfaced at the lack of care. “Does this hospital not cater to shifters? Consider them as second-class citizens? The man has been seriously injured. He has a head injury that has him talking about conspiracy theories.” Scott didn’t know if that was George’s usual behavior, but he was gaining a head of steam now and couldn’t stop. “You have left him alone. Why is that? To me, it appears his care needs aren’t equivocal to others in the department.” He inhaled to assess exactly how many non-humans were in the department.

“I-I think y-you should calm down, or I’ll need to get security,” the nurse stammered, taking a step back.

Scott, in the right frame of mind, might have agreed. He wasn’t in any frame of mind for listening to nonsense. He’d have to think about that later.

“That’s fine, and while we are at it, we can call the police too, and I can get them to come and arrest you for aiding and abetting whoever hurt George.” Words tumbled from his lips, and Scott became horrified but unable to stop.

He could see he’d lost her to fear. A human response: they had merged care facilities years ago, yet places like this weren’t equipped enough to deal with shifters or a very upset demon.

“You’ll need to wait for the shifter doc. He’s busy with another patient right now. As you can see, we’re busy. There are other sick patients that are triaged and have taken priority over the bear,” she fired back unprofessionally in Scott’s opinion, not that he could point fingers when he wasn’t acting like his usual self.

He had no time to continue the argument and stab his point home because she bustled off so fast that her scrub pants flapped about her legs.

How long would the doctor be?

Minutes?

Hours?

Their bear needed to be treated now. Those drugs…

We need to get our bear out of here. His conspiracy theories could have some genuine merit.

He didn’t want to agree with his demon half, but his gut was churning at the lack of care George had gotten since he’d arrived.Don’t be ridiculous. Who would want to harm a simple cab driver?

Whoever crashed into his cab.

Scott paused at the icy feeling spreading down his spine at how he’d gotten lost in staring at the bear, that he’d actually lost the thread of what he’d said. Now as he ran back over it, he recalled George pointedly saying a demon had wrecked his car. Had someone known that the bear was a blissful one and wanted to harm him?

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