“If you ever want evidence of how good a healer she is—I’m alive because of her.” I stood and lifted my shirt, so she could see the dragon fire burn.
“Is that—?” she asked, her eyes going wide. “You should be dead.”
“I should be. But Kiki healed me. I think her method deserves at least a fair shot.”
Celia nodded adamantly. “I think so too!”
“My recommendation is that you stop using all medications for a while and let your body heal naturally. Don’t even concern yourself with conceiving for now. Let the stress on your body relax. You need time to heal.”
“Doc won’t be happy with that.”
“Doc can take a long walk off a short pier, for all I care. I’m not worried about what he wants. I’m concerned aboutyourhealth and well-being. Clearly, I’m pretty indestructible,” I said, sitting down with a smile.
“Okay, I’ll give it a shot.” She beamed.
“Do you mind if I keep hold of these? I want to research them to see whether they could be impacting anything,” I said, holding the pill bottles.
“Sure. It’s not like I’m going to need them for the next week or two, is it? As much as I hate to admit it, I’ll be glad to be rid of them for a while. They make me so nauseous.”
I laughed. “Well, hopefully you’ll be nauseous soon for awholeother reason.”
Celia looked wistfully into the distance. “That would be lovely.”
We quickly said our goodbyes, and she made her way out of the clinic. Thankfully, I didn’t have any more patients for a few hours, so I grabbed my medical textbooks and laid them out on my table. Even though the internet was useful, the textbooks were a wealth of verified information I often relied on.
“You haven’t eaten your lunch,” a familiar voice commented from the doorway. Griffin stood there with two bottles of soda in hand.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Still, there’s no excuse for not taking care of yourself.”
I scrunched my nose. “The pasta has mushrooms in it.”
He threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Okay, that I can understand,” he chuckled, pulling out his phone and texting one-handed while balancing the two bottles of soda in his other hand.
“Who are you messaging?” I asked, praying he wasn’t messaging Ma, because she would be livid if she realized I’d taken a meal that I didn’t like. Not because of the waste, but because she was adamant that I needed to be well fed.
She seemed to be under the bizarre impression that I needed to be fattened up.
“Bastian. He’s in the kitchen. He can bring us some bagels. I know you love them because you grab them every morning. Well, every morning you’re not eating those weird oats.”
“Thoseweird oatsare delicious,” I informed him, ignoring the fact he was texting the grumpy Alpha.
“They are a snack, at most. There’s no way that’s a balanced meal.”
“It is for humans.”
“Well, even humans need to eat. I knowyou seem to think that gummy bears stashed in your desk drawer constitute a meal, but they don’t. So, your grumpy mate can bring you a snack.”
“Bastian already hates me enough.”
Griffin shrugged. “He needs to get over himself.”
“Considering he’s your Alpha, you really like irritating him, don’t you?”
He nodded. “It’s practically a sport around here. Usually I would irritate Orsen, but he’s, you know, groveling at the moment. Speaking of, would you like to see my cabin? It’s one of the biggest ones. They’re renovating it themselves.”
“You’re really going to make this a competition?” I joked, laughing. “Aren’t you?”
