Hunting Season: Werewolf Bodyguard Romance (Guarded by the Shifter Book 1) by Kate Rudolph

Author:Kate Rudolph [Rudolph, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celestial Heart Press
Published: 2021-04-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

This was wrong in about a thousand ways and Stasia could lose her medical license. But given the way that Owen was swerving through the streets and cutting through New York traffic like they were in a live action video game, it had to be serious. A man's life was in danger. She was the only one that could help.

In the back seat, Em cursed. She'd piled in the car right behind them, and though Owen had glared, he hadn't wasted time arguing with her about coming. It was that serious.

But why couldn't his co-worker go to the hospital? Was there a citizenship issue? An arrest warrant? Something else? Owen promised it wasn't illegal, but she couldn't think of a non-shady reason for someone to avoid the hospital for a life-threatening issue.

They crossed over into Brooklyn and weaved through the streets until Owen pulled up in front of a warehouse. Stasia clutched her supply bag tight. This place wasn't going to be sterile, and infection was a threat she'd be fighting to the end.

"Come on." Owen parked the car and led them through the door. It wasn't as bad inside as she feared; the building was set up with offices and it was brightly lit, almost pleasant. Or it would have been if she didn't hear someone moaning in pain.

They started to run.

Stasia burst through the door to one of the rooms and found a man lying on an exam table with another man holding him down and a woman holding a bloodied rag over his shoulder.

The muscle could be fucked, but he was alive so his heart probably wasn't hit.

She didn't waste time wondering why this office/warehouse had a medical exam room in it, nor did she bother with introductions. She went to the sink on the side of the room and washed her hands as best she could.

"Wash your hands," she told Owen and Em, "I may need you." She didn't know about the other two people, but from the way her patient was squirming, they were trying to keep him from moving too much. The damage may have already been done.

"What happened?" Stasia demanded of the woman applying pressure.

She looked up and she couldn't have been more than twenty-five, bright blue eyes full of fear and confusion. Then she blinked and snapped out of it. "Gunshot. Right shoulder. Handgun, possibly nine millimeter. Bryan's been shot before, why isn't it closing up?" she demanded.

"Willa!" snapped the man holding her patient down.

"She needs to know, Andre."

Willa. Andre. Bryan. Stasia filed those names away. "Any exit wound?" She didn't know what Willa meant about the wound closing, probably just panic, even though she'd given the report with poise. They didn't have time to worry. The t-shirt she was holding against the wound was soaked and, as far as she knew, she didn't have any blood to transfuse.

"No," said Willa.

"Okay." This was going to be quick and dirty. Stasia had a scalpel with her and she needed to see what she could do.

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