His Savior

Doctor Visit

~Cory~

               Zahara never came back last night, and I'm not exactly sure what made her leave in the first place. I ended up finishing dinner on my own and having an early night. I had planned to put all of the clothes away that Zahara bought me, but when I got in the room, it was already done. I'd have to find out who it was and thank them.

               I decided to skip breakfast this morning. I don't want to run into any issues like I did the last meal I had in the dining room. I will stop by the kitchen later and get myself some food. I head down to the pack hospital instead, having made an appointment the evening before. I took a pill this morning, and I really need a refill.

               I get called in to see the doctor immediately. I sit anxiously on the bed in the room and wait for the doctor to arrive. A few minutes later, a tall gentleman walks into the room wearing a white coat. He has to be about 6 feet tall, with salt and pepper hair that is tapered around the sides and a bit longer on top. If he didn't have the coat on, I'd think he used to be a warrior with how fit he is. "Good morning. I'm Doctor Kilgore." He has such a genuine smile, and that isn't something I'm used to. "Al-......uh Lu-.....um....Cory," he clears his throat. "What can I do for you?"

              "Well, I have been taking these anti-anxiety pills for years." I hand him the bottle, and as I talk, he opens the bottle and looks inside. "They have helped keep my panic down and keep me from having episodes. In the past, I have been provided with refills when I run out, but since I'm in a new pack, I figured I would check with you to see about my medicine." Dr. Kilgore has a pill between his fingers that he is examining. I'd imagine he knows exactly what I need.

               "Um....what is the name of this medicine?" That is actually a good question that I don't have an answer to. I don't remember ever being told the name of it, and the bottle never has anything on it that would indicate the name, dosage, or anything. I hunch my shoulders which causes Dr. Kilgore to frown. "So, what exactly had you start taking the meds?" I didn't anticipate this question, and it's a tough one to answer. I swallow and take a deep breath.

               "M.....my father was killed when I was younger. The stress of his sudden death and my frail body got to me, and I guess I passed out. It happened a few times. When I came to the last time, I was in the clinic, and I was told that I would need to take medication. The medication is meant to keep the spells away since my body is too weak to manage them. I've been taking them for years." The doctor says nothing but continues to examine the pill. I'm not sure if I should be worried or not. "Doctor, do you think that you'll be able to get me a refill?"

               The doctor sighs and puts the pill back into the bottle. "I want to run some tests, just some regular tests. You are new to the pack, and I want to get a baseline on you. I need to hang on to the bottle for just a bit so I can.....make sure to get you the right stuff." I'm sure this isn't something that should take too long, so I nod in agreement. The doctor draws some blood from me, three vials worth. He gives me a band-aid and promises to contact me when things are ready.

               I head back to the packhouse and make my way to the kitchen. There aren't many pack members in the dining room, and I didn't spot Zahara when I peeked in. I head back to the kitchen and sit at the island. "What can I get you?" A short, plump woman asks me.

               "Anything will be fine. I don't want you to go out of your way." She nods and gets to work. It doesn't take long for a plate of french toast and scrambled eggs to be placed in front of me, along with a smaller plate filled with sausage. My stomach starts to grumble, and I attack the meal. I end up only eating half of my breakfast before my stomach starts to cramp.

               "Is the food not good?" The woman is eyeing all of the food I had left over, and she has a worried look on her face.

               "No, no! Everything was amazing. I'm.....I'm just not used to eating big meals," I say with a small smile. The truth is that I'm not used to eating much at all. There were many days I went without any type of food, only having water to fill my needs. I don't want to tell this woman that because I don't want to see that look of pity that is sometimes thrown my way. She nods and takes my plates away. I am just about to ask if there is anything in the kitchen that I could help with when a hand touches my arm. I look up and see a beautiful woman that looks just like Zahara, just a bit older.

               "You're Cory, right?" I nod slightly, and her eyes light up. "Oh my! It's so nice to meet you." I hold my hand out to greet her, and she looks at it with a scoff. She holds her arms open and moves towards me, wrapping me up in her arms. The warmth I'm feeling is amazing, and I don't think I've ever felt this before. "There is no shaking hands here." She gives me a big squeeze and steps out of the hug. "I'm Amara Peters, Luna of the pack and......Zahara's mom."

~Zahara~

               I didn't sleep at all last night, but I'm not surprised. I was still on edge from the conversation with Cory. My dad made me feel a bit better, but not completely. I went to early morning training and ate breakfast in the dining room. Cory was nowhere to be found, and I was completely okay with that.

               After breakfast, I showered and headed to my office with the hopes of getting some work done. I was able to work for a few minutes before my mind drifted back to Cory and the mess that we were in. Well, I guess not a mess. I mean, we really didn't have any issues between us, we just needed to get acclimated to each other.

               The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that ignoring/avoiding him was definitely not the solution to our problem. Another realization was that maybe a date would need to happen. I'm sure if I asked him, he would say yes. I start to plan the date, which proves to be hard because I'm not sure what Cory would consider a good time. I consider going to look for him to ask when I get a mind link.

Alpha? It's Dr. Kilgore.

How are you, doctor?

I'm fine, but......do you have some time right now?

Is everything okay?

I'm not sure, but if you can spare some time, we can discuss what I learned today.

What exactly is this about?

It's about.....Cory. Well, that made me sit up straight. What could possibly be going on with Cory?

I'm on my way.