Chapter <b>221 </b>
“Let me take Lynnie.” Luna states quietly, taking the steeping pup from my arms. The weight difference theses me off as dragger dightly backwalle tett
Dr. Pierce.
<b>“</b>What happened at dinner to make you sa tense and fearful?” she asks as I try to get out of her hold.
“I’m not certain, Ang. It looks like we need to get more information from Demetri. Enna responds when all Fear do is shake my head.
“Let’s get you in your room. I’m going to help you get out of your pants before you get in bed. I’m going to use your thigh for the shots and i nand us change the bandage on your left leg.”
I’m panting hard as I struggle to move, her touch is gentle on my arms as I step forward only to stumble back into her. I’m tense and struggling to contain my desire to fight. My movements are instinctual as I pull my hands away from hers. I whine in frustration as I try to move again towards the room init my muscles just won’t cooperate. Luna backs away as Dr. Pierce struggles with me. She tries again to close her arms around me but again I pull away, manding up for myself is proving to be my own undoing as I’m literally paralyzed.
“Don’t fight, Cole.” Dr. Pierce’s voice cuts through my increasing panic. “Move with me.”
Her grip is firm but not painful as I attempt to pull away. “Come on, left first.”
I finally pick my foot up and move it forward before doing the same with the right. I’m moving slowly with Dr. Pierce right behind me as we enter the room. My body is on fire as the adrenaline from cussing Lucas outes crashing down, leaving me weak and riddled with excruciating pain.
“Hold on to the bedpost.”
Dr. Pierce’s voice brings my attention to the bed beside me. The bed has been left in much the same way as I left itst night as the only thing i did this morning was take my medication. I’m vaguely aware of Dr. Pierce pulling my pants down as she does it with such tender care for my wounds that I barely feel it.
Lift one of your feet.”
I start with my right and wait for further directions. My mind has switched to auto pilot, merely reacting tomands and nothing else.
“Stay still Cole. I’m going to use your right thigh for these shots.<b>” </b>
I grab hold of the post with both hands. <b>I’ve </b>never had shots standing up before but my right thigh is about the best ce right now.
“Can you put all your weight on your left? It’s okay if you can’t but it will be less painful considering your current position.”
I start shifting my position as she wipes down my leg, whimpering lightly as the pain increases.
“I hear your whimpers<b>, </b>Cole. I’m going to do this quickly.”
Before I can respond I feel the pressure then the intense burn of the first medication, taking the very breath out of me. My grip tightens around the tail post of the bed as I’m hit with the second. I can’t stifle my yelp as the sting of this one hits me harder than the burn of the first. I’m whimpering <b>hard </b>and can’t control my urge to pull away from her every touch.
“I’m sorry those were so rough.”
Her voice is soothing but it’s hard for me to stay still as she ces the bandaids on my leg. I finally ce my leg on the <b>ground </b>as I <b>can’t </b>handle <b>the </b><b>painful </b>burning from my other thigh. It’s taking everything I have not to bang my head into the post of the bed as everything I feel starts to hit at the same
time.
I feel firm but gentle hands wrap around me <b>as </b>any wheezing bes even more pronounced,
“I’m <b>your </b><b>same </b>height so I can handle you leaning against me. Let <b>me </b><b>have </b>your hands.”
The Son of Red Fang