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“Sounds good.”
One of the men groaned. She didn’t need either of them to revive too quickly and make a fuss. To ensure they remained non-communicative, she gave each of them a mild sedative.
Hayden and Wyatt, two werewolves who worked at the hospital--one as an orderly and the other as a nurse--came in. “Dr. David said you needed some transportation?”
Malia nodded to the two men on the gurneys. “Yes. You know where to go.” These two men had delivered werewolves to her uncle’s back room a time or two.
“You go on ahead, and we’ll sneak them out through the rear.”
“I appreciate it.”
Since her Uncle Augustine was the hospital administrator, Hayden and Wyatt wouldn’t get into trouble for moving a patient without the proper paperwork. The big worry would be if some random human nurse or doctor stopped them. That could make things difficult.
The two men wheeled the gurneys out of the Emergency Room, supposedly to take them to surgery. Instead of putting them in the elevator for the second floor, they would slip them out the back.
Because there wasn’t an official ambulance they could use, David had told her they’d thrown a couple of mattresses in the back of their truck for such an occasion. A human might not survive the trip to her uncle’s house in their makeshift ambulance, but two werewolves would.
Malia clocked out and rushed to her Rav 4. Before she took off, she called Aunt Corrine to let her know there would be two incoming shifters, along with her son, who would be extracting a few bullets.
“I’ll be ready for them, dear.”
“Thanks.”
There was a sprinkling of snow still on the ground, but spring was right around the corner. Malia was definitely ready for warmer weather after this year’s particularly brutal winter that had buffeted the Montana mountains.
As she headed to her uncle’s home where he’d set up a make-shift operating room, she wondered how these two men managed to end up in their condition. The name Lattimore didn’t sound familiar, but that might be because she lived near Wildwood, Montana and not Midvale.
Understandably, Malia arrived before the men. Her aunt opened the front door and motioned her in.
“Come in, dear, and tell me what happened.”
“There’s not much to tell.” Other than she had this rather sensual reaction toward the men. Malia might not have been taken by surprise at her reaction if they’d been incredibly handsome or if they’d flirted with her. Their inability to speak, together with their swollen faces and bloodied bodies, made it hard to tell much about them. Malia explained that the sheriff had brought them in.“They were shot and found in a field.”
“Who are they?”
“Ryan and Luke Lattimore.”
Her aunt pressed her lips together. Malia hadn’t expected that reaction. “You know them?”
“Not well, dear. Why don’t you do what you do best in the operating room, and I’ll wait for David and the two patients to arrive.”
“Thanks.” As much as she wanted to question her aunt about her reaction, Malia needed to do some prep work for when David arrived.
She rushed to the back of the house where the mini hospital was located. Once she set out the instruments her cousin would need, she waited for everyone to show up. Good thing she’d sedated the men, or they might insist they could heal themselves. While a wolf could recover with a bullet inside him, it was safer to remove it.
It wasn’t long before Wyatt, Hayden, David, and the two patients arrived. They carried in one injured man and then the other, placing each on a bed. If she were more skilled, she could help David remove the bullets. For now, all she could do was assist her cousin and keep the men under until the procedure was finished.
“Thanks guys for helping,” David told his two workers.
“We’ll head back to the hospital if you don’t need us,” Wyatt said.
“Go ahead. If anyone asks, tell them I left because I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Will do.”
David and she spent the next few minutes putting on their gowns, even though werewolves weren’t as susceptible to germs as humans.
Once he prepped the first man for surgery, he looked over at her. “Ready?”
“Let’s do this.”
The end
