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"I held a shirt to that wound to slow the blood loss for over half an hour until the doctor arrived." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll be fine."
He needed to be there to thrall her in case she questioned Frankie's rapid healing, which she would.
With a nod, the nurse went to work.
Dagor watched intently as Gertrude gently peeled the bandaging away and exposed Frankie's wound, and as the last layer was removed, the nurse's expression shifted from professional focus to surprise.
"That's remarkable," Gertrude murmured as she examined the wound, or rather the thin scar, bruising, and discoloration that remained. "I've never seen a human heal this quickly." She looked up at Frankie and Dagor and lifted her brows. "Did you two start on the transition process? Because if Frankie is transitioning, that could explain the rapid healing.
Winking at Dagor while the nurse's attention was on him, Frankie chuckled. "We did, but I didn't expect it to happen so fast."
The lie wouldn't work once Gertrude did the math and realized that there was no way Frankie could have been induced and transitioned so quickly.
He would need to thrall the nurse once she'd re-bandaged Frankie.
Gertrude shrugged. "I guess every Dormant transitions differently, but I'm surprised your injury hasn't halted the process. From the limited experience we've gathered, it appears that the body needs to be healthy to be able to sustain the transition."
Employing a subtle thrall, Dagor changed the narrative in the nurse's mind. "You'd better be done quickly. I'm sure the doctor needs this room for her new patients."
Gertrude blinked, her expression clouding for a moment. "Yes, she needs this bed. I'd better remove the stitches."
Frankie winced a little as the nurse clipped the stitches and pulled them out one at a time using tweezers, but Dagor didn't feel any distress coming from her.
When the nurse was done, she looked at the wound again and shook her head. "I don't even need to bandage it."
"Yes, you do," Dagor said while pushing an image of a much angrier-looking wound into her mind.
He could remove the bandage after the nurse was gone, and when she came to check on Frankie again, he would employ another thrall to convince her that she'd seen it and it was fine.
It wasn't a good idea to use thralling that often, but he was using so very little that it wouldn't have a significant impact on Gertrude's brain.
"On second thought, I'd better re-bandage it." The nurse reached for the supplies she had brought with her.
"Thank you," Dagor said.
It took mere minutes for Gertrude to be done, and when she rose to her feet, she gave both of them a fond smile. "If you don't mind people seeing you in a hospital gown, you can leave now. I don't have a wheelchair for you, but your mate can carry you."
They both stiffened at the nurse's casual use of the word.
"I'm waiting for Mia to bring me a change of clothes," Frankie said. "She should be here any minute now, but if you need the bed urgently, I can wait in the front office."
"No rush." Gertrude smiled. "I don't expect new patients just yet."
As the nurse left, Frankie let out a breath. "Is she going to be okay? I mean, you thralled her twice, right? Mia told me that thralling should be used sparingly."
"Gertrude will be fine. I barely touched her mind."
Frankie
Mia drove into Frankie's patient room at a much slower speed than during her previous visit. "I'm sorry it took me so long." She lifted a small bag from her lap. "I couldn't find anything in your cabin that you could wear comfortably with that injury. All your clothes are form-fitting, even your pajamas."
Frankie grinned. "As I have always told you, if you've got it, flaunt it, and I have it." She mimicked, smoothing her hands over her sides.
Thanks to Dagor, she would be back in her clothes much sooner. It was a shame she had to pretend to be hurting for a while.
Mia chuckled. "Indeed, you do, but right now, the only thing you will be flaunting is a Mumu."
"What's a Mumu?" Dagor asked.
