I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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Present time
"Johnson, what are you doing with that scalpel?"
"Uhm..Dr. Crawford..I wanted to treat Mr. Harrison's edema by cutting it to let the liquids drain.." He nervously answered while shifting his eyes back and forth between me and the patient.
I continued to sternly look at him, observing how he flinched under my gaze. Humans, even though not able to discern the power a werewolf hold, are unwillingly subject to it. I decided to put him out of his misery by slowly nodding in his direction, causing him to visibly relax. Good boy. He was a great student, efficient and precise, but he was slightly insecure, not believing enough in himself and in his capabilities.
"Very well Jonhson, you may proceed. Remember to do a clear cut, keep your hand steady."
He nodded and, turning to address the patient, he began explaining to him what he was going to do. I crossed my arms on my chest watching his every move to be sure he would proceed correctly in every step of the way. He was starting to cut the skin when my pager began to ring. Groaning slightly in annoyance, I reached to grab it from my belt to check who needed me.
Dr. Crawford is required in Oncology
"Well Jonhson, I'll leave you to it. Mr. Harrison, have a good day."
Listening to their greetings, I departed from the E.R to head to the Oncology Department. My wolf was pacefully sleeping in the back of my mind with her head rested on her front paws and her eyes covered by her tail. She wasn't particulary interested on my days at the hospital, especially on a day like this where the E.R was strangely calm. She craved for action, she fested on the adrenaline flowing in my veins when I was operating on a patient in a life or death situation.
Once there I searched for Dr. Long, who was the head chief of this departement. I found him talking to a nurse, so I patiently waited for their conversation to finish. When I saw that the woman was getting ready to leave I started to approach him, standing behind him.
"Dr. Long, were you looking for me?"
At the sound of my voice he turned, smiling broadly once he recognized me. Dr. Long was an excellent doctor and his competence brought him where he was today, leading the Oncology Department of the Saint Mary Seattle Hospital. He was not only a very skilled physician, but also a delightful person. Without forgetting that he took quite a liking in me and in my abilities, so he was without doubt one of my favorite person in the hospital.
"Lara, please, how many time do I have to tell you to drop that Dr.Long act? Call me David."
"Well, Dr. I mean..David, as you wish".
I genuinely returned his smile.
"Good. Yes, actually I was searching for you because I wanted to discuss a few things." He began pacing towards the vending machines situated at the end of the hallway and I followed suit. "First of all, how is your research on stem cells coming along? You know, I'm quite proud of you for the accomplishments you already reached with this study."
