“You could say that.I have been ordered to cease work the moment I feel so much as a twinge from my occupant.”She grimaced.“It would have been fine until they started getting questions about the woman who flew through a hospital.I caught shit for that one as well.”
He chuckled, and their first call came in.She drove out, lights and sirens.
“I fucking hate it when folks play with allergies.”She straddled the teenage boy in the ambulance and kept his heart and lungs beating with short lunges.She had one of Myor’s songs playing in her head as she kept going while Skip closed the doors and got driving.
She rattled off the status, the vitals, and the look of the young man who was due to become a wolf any day.The slightly older boys had mocked him by giving him a wolf-out tincture, but it had contained wolfsbane, and the young man was deathly allergic.Literally.They had used up all the supplies to get his heart going, so Nylora was doing it manually.
“How far out are we?”
“Three minutes to arrival.”
Nylora looked at her patient and saw some fur rippling over his cheeks.“Have an XIA team meet us at the hospital.He’s turning.”
“Shit!”Skip put the call in, and Nylora kept going, thankful that she had strapped him down across his shoulders and hips.
They were racing his shift, and he was going to come out hard.All the adrenaline they had shot him up with was going to kick in.
“Time!”
“Sixty seconds.What’s he doing?”
“He’s looking at me.It isn’t a good look.”
The patient was starting to fight the restraints, and the extended muzzle was beginning to snap.
“Are they there?”
“Waiting.”
“Okay, I am going to make a dramatic exit.Ditch when we stop.”
Skip slowed, and she got ready to jump.The tethers were starting to tear under stress.She knew he was going to begin thrashing after her the moment he was loose, and she dodged his left hand while she grabbed the release, opened the door, dived over the men waiting, hit the ground, and rolled as the roar of fury filled the ambulance.
She hissed at the road rash and focused on healing her skin while the agents got into the vehicle and dragged the patient outside.She sat and waited.
Heavy cuffs were put on him while Skip told the hospital staff everything they had jacked into the guy.
When the werewolf was subdued, one of the team members came by to help her up.“Are you okay?”Demuel examined her arm for damage.
“Yup.That happens more often than it should.”She chuckled.“We also get a lot of black eyes.”
Outrage filled his gaze.“What?”
“Yeah.Patients get combative.”She leaned over.“Skip.We good?”
“Yup.”
“We need a new gurney.The straps are shot, and I am not playing psycho roulette all night.”
Skip nodded.“We will head back and switch it out.”
She flexed her hand, and Demuel took it in his, and to her surprise, he kissed her palm, and healing ran through her faster than she could manage it.She chuckled.“Thanks, Bonehead.”
He grinned and kissed her forehead.“Off you go.”
“Thanks.See you later.”She patted his cheek and headed back to the ambulance.
Demuel walked back to his team, and they grinned at him and ribbed him about his attentiveness.
