Chapter <b>163 </b>
“Have you given her any medication?” Ang continues her interview.
“I bit in half the medication I use.”
“So approximately a quarter mil of Ativan and two mil of Zofran.”
“Yes ma’am. How did you know?”
“It’s the only scripts you have, I just never asked why.”
Madilyn has finally drank the medication Ang gave to her.
“Do
you think
you can stand on the scale for me?”
Ang asks as she picks Madilyn up. She shakes her head all the way to the scale but manages to stand long enough for Ang to get a weight on her before bringing her back.
“What about you, Dem? You’re about the roughest <b>I’ve </b>seen since med school.” I sigh deeply as I look at her.
“I guess so considering you only resigned from full time council work and came home three years ago. I don’t think you’ve been here when I’ve been hit with a wolf in need.”
“I’m sorry.”
Cole’s voice is meek again. I look beside me, catching his gaze.
“Don’t be. I’ve been on medication for this stuff since I was twelve.”
He closes his eyes and sighs heavily but says nothing else.
“When was thest time you needed to take medication?”
“A little over four years ago. Over my first six years in the warrior program I pulled two dozen wolves from their <b>packs </b>and reported those packs to the council. Only three of those wolves chose to join the pack; the others chose to explore other packs once they passed the psychological evaluation deeming them stable. I use low doses of Ativan and Zofran to control the nausea<b>, </b>stomach cramps and anxiety. I’m usually on them for about a week. I knew something was up when Red Fang’s bus first got into the territory.”
“Is that why you went out there this time?”
Lilly asks as she starts putting things together.
“Yes. Returning to your question, Ang. Ciara Symth was thest wolf four and a half years ago and medication wise<b>, </b><b>I’ve </b>taken half mil plus what I didn’t give Lyn of Ativan and four mil plus the half of Zofran.”
Ang nods her head in understanding.
“Ciara? You’re talking about the warrior?”
“One of my best. It took her a while to get where she needed to be but <b>yes</b><b>, </b>my top ranked female and third overall warrior is <b>the </bst wolf I rescued <b>before </b>Cole.”
“I’ll put in an order for the quarter mil and two/mil of Ativan and Zofran for Lyn. How are your symptoms? Do you want a week of something a little stronger?”
I close my eyes and take several deep breaths with my nose in Madilyn’s hair before answering her.
“I would appreciate something stronger for a <b>week </b>or so. It seems like what I’ve taken tonight only <b>works </b>when <b>I’m </b>decently distracted<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“<b>How </b>about one mil and six mil<b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Thank you. It seems his nightmare ran three of us over tonight.”
I can hear Cole squeak a little in the background as if he wants to say something but stops himself before he does.
I grab his hand before he can put it over his eyes<b>, </b>opening them briefly, catching my gaze.
“It’s part of who I am. I epted it a long time ago.”
He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as if he’s working up the courage to say or do something.
<b>“</b>What is it Cole?”
He swallows hard as he does it again. Whatever it is, he’s super nervous about asking.
“I want to help Madilyn if you will allow it.”
“That’s why I suggested to Lilly that we allow Madilyn <b>to </by with you a bit. When my parents finally believed my symptoms were real I was able to discover that working with those who triggered the symptoms lessened them.”
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