Rishan’s POV

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how comfortable the bed is compared to the ones back home. I am not that poor to not afford a bed, but if you literally live in the clinic, who needs a bed? But oh, how comforting. Maybe I should buy a new, high quality bed like this one. I stretched and groaned, enjoying the soft sensation against my skin. After a few rolls and several more stretches, it finally struck me, the scene of me talking with someone on a bench in a park. But was that a dream?

            This is definitely reality when I abruptly sat up, and soon regretted that decision when I find my head throbbing like hell, as if I just hit my head onto something that rings my eardrums. The consequences of the sudden movement, I instinctively pressed my forehead and groaned in pain.

“Are you alright?”

His presence added more of the prove that I am indeed, far away from home. A firm figure of Viktor, clad in only his black bathrobe. He paced to me with a worried expression, before sitting on the bedside with a perceivable Fwump sound. Then, with a smooth movement, he sifted through my complexion, carefully checking whether I am okay or not.

My heart skipped a beat for his sudden, scrupulousness and unintentionally swatted his hand away in embarrassment.

Trembling, because I don’t know why I felt so submissive in front of him, I scowled to show a bit of strength.

“What have you done to me?”

He was baffled for a few moments, rejected by my acts of pushing him away, yet in his eyes he looks like understands me, my worries and my fear. He withdrew his hand and placed it on his lap.

“I didn’t do anything.”

He said.

I checked my body to see whether he was being honest or not. Bruises? No. Scratch marks? No. Pain on the lower back? Absolutely not. However, my eyes opened slightly in surprise when I saw my clothes completely changed, and glanced at him in horror.

“I-I really did nothing to you. There were blood smears from earlier, so I told the butler to help me change your clothes.”

Butler. So he was aware of his grazed behaviour that he needed to have servants to attend me. Pretty meticulous if I may say.

I switched my glance to the glass window behind his silhouette. The outside has really gotten dark. Nothing could be seen anymore because of the darkness.

I massaged my forehead when I felt my headache came again.

And once more, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself, when he freely rubbed the side of my head, anxious for me.

“Do you want some medicine? Or can I get you anything?”

Yes. I want an experienced chauffeur to bring me back home please.

“....I need some water.”

He gently retracted his hand from the side of my head, leaving me with an unexplainable coldness.

He stood up and went to a table not far from the bed, and poured me a glass of water. Bringing it back, he witnessed me drinking the whole glass until its last drop. My body felt refreshed by the cold water, yet the hot, throbbing sensation on my head still cease to disappear.

I let out a quiet grunt.

I shouldn’t be wasting my time here. Since in the morning, I ought to take a brief break before coming back to work, but my muddled mind left me grappling in pain, unable to feel at ease.

Viktor creased his brow.

“...You should rest more.”

He carefully wrapped his forearms around my shoulder, transmitting my weight onto it as he gave me a light push onto the bed. He seemed very cautious in handling me, and in his big, shining lunar eyes, he looks sincere, almost too blinding for me to see.

Our tranquil moments lasted for as far as I can remember, lying on the comfortable bed while having a capable man as your caretaker, I involuntarily thought that this is my rewards for working hard for all these years.

Yet, as people always said, tranquility doesn’t last forever. That was proven when the door was knocked violently, as if the perpetrator will die if they didn’t bang the door.

I frowned when the banging sound corrupted my ears, coursing to every fibers of my synaptics and added another dose of pain to my headache. Viktor growled in anger to the door.

Then, as if sensing the monstrous aura emitting from the enraged Viktor, the banging stopped.

 “Master.”

It was replaced with a female voice. If that soothing voice was the one who knocked the door like crazy, I wouldn’t dare to think of her true manual strength.

 “There was an emergency!”

She added.

Viktor stopped growling, yet the crease on his brow didn’t lessen any further.

 “What is it?”

“Our members got injured again.”

His crease twitched. I could see his gritting teeth from where I was lying as he rubbed his upper forehead, near his hairline.

“I will come soon. Give me a minute.”

He got up from the bed and went to the wardrobe beside the bed. In case you still didn’t know, this is his bedroom. He switched over his sexy bathrobe that exposed his firm chest into a black, baggy buttoned up shirt that reflected youth. Looking at him like that, I was wondering whether he was younger than me, that outfit suits him.

Viktor was about to leave, probably checking the wounded person that the female reported just now. I don’t know how werewolves tended their pack, but I was inclined to see it.

“...Viktor...”

I whispered as quiet as I could. Although curious, I was also anxious to go near him especially in his bad mood. Surprisingly enough, he stopped just at the moment I breathed the end of his name.

“...What is it?”

If he had a tail, his tail would be wagging enthusiastically while getting euphoric when his name was called. He twitched his face in attempt to hide his expression.

Meanwhile, I was astounded by his sense of hearing. His hearing is impeccable, after all, he is a genuine werewolf.

“Can I follow you?”

I subtly whispered again. Now thinking back about the possibilities, are there chances where the female behind the door also heard him? If she did then I need to be mindful of my words.

His face changed into a somewhat disagreeing look. He hesitated to allow me, but he got no reason to refuse. Or more like, he didn’t want to be hated.

I clutched the blanket that he covered me with. Caught by the sudden surge of emotions, I suddenly felt moved when he got worried of me. I might be sick, because I was dependable to him as of now.

He hesitated for quite awhile, before he breathed a yes. Walking back towards the bed, he helped me get up, literally supporting my weight in his strong arms as we walked together towards the door. My headache hasn’t gotten any better, but at least I am in safe hands.

What awaited us after we passed the exit was the curious stares we got from the very female who knocked on the door. Her statued face was pricelessly decorated with a raised eyebrow as she followed us from behind.

We reached the destination soon after, and from here on out, I could smell a thick stench of blood lingering in the air.

Similar from what an accident scene would feel like, people gathered in circles, becoming upaid spectators to others demise, some would express sympathy, while a more skeptical one would judge. The only different vibe from the scene was some towering werewolves evident from amongst the crowds like a sore thumb.

The loud chattering among the canines died down when they all fixed their gaze towards us. Luckily I was used to people staring, as in surgery room, people stared at you and your moving hands to make sure they assisted you in the right time. If a wrong mistake was done, a life could be lost.

We stopped at the middle, where the stench is strong. There, drenched in a pool of dark blood, was a person, with half of his body have reverted back into a human form, while the others not. I couldn’t believe my eyes and inadvertently clenched my hands that was placed on his shoulders.

I immediately released my hands and trotted towards the bleeding body. Reaching the side of him that was on the ground, I ignore the pool of blood, and brought his head closer onto my lap to heighten his respiratory tract. The amount of his wound could be count by a single hand, yet his bleeding rate is preposterous. It would be fatal if I didn’t place his head on a higher level from his body, as he would cough blood. Scanning through the cuts that stretch wide on his chest to his upper waist, I spotted the wound is surrounded by a purple swelling.

My eyes widened in surprise.                 

“Viktor!”

I called him in a pleading tone. I don’t care if he stammered again or not, but if this injured person were left to be unattended, he will die soon.

“Can you help me?”

I said to him who knelt down across where I sat. He narrowed his eyes and frowned, before closing his eyes, as if losing hope.

“There is nothing we could do for him.”

The crowds started to whisper.

“No! There is still something we can do!”

I opposed. As a doctor, stating that someone died is only eligible when their brain is dead, if their heart stopped beating, perform AED. If they bleed, supply them with blood, but if one is still alive, then leaving them die was not an option in a presence of a doctor. 

“I told you it’s impossible!”

His loud voice sent ringing into my throbbing head. He realized the pain I was having and stammered before ruffling his hair in frustration.

I fixed my gaze onto him, while also placing my palm on this dying person’s chest. They were slowly turning cold.

“Viktor...”

I called him for the last time before looking at him in a pained expression.  We stared at each other for a brief moment, before he heaved a sigh.

“Zhena.”

The stone-faced female resurfaced from the crowds.

“Disperse the crowd, they’re noisy. Also, hear what this person wanted and help bim in any way you can.”

The woman nodded and headed to my side.

I gave Viktor a thankful smile, before requesting the female named Zhena some equipments and a room for treatment.

We resumed the treatment inside one of the guest room. For easier treatment, I asked them to prepare a special bed for him. After determining his blood type, I urged some people to bring the designated blood types from the respective hospitals while informing them about my need. We needed a lot to make sure he is alive.

“Oh, right.”

I stopped one of the guards who exited the room.

“Can you go to my clinic? Find a person named Elliot Trafalgar and tell her to bring basic equipments, suturing equipments, and a lot of cotton dabs. Thank you.”

I lightly tapped his shoulder and he left.

I started by checking his pulse. Stable, but slow. His chance of living were slim, especially with that gruesome look of his wounds.

They were just scratches from claws, obviously, but surrounding the opening was poisonous based on the purple hue. Judging from the color, this person is being poisoned by one of the lethal poisons out there, and he could die any minute from it.

He suddenly opened his eyes when I was stopping his bleeding.

He looked at me with weak eyes, the sparkle on his eyes already disappeared, and I hate that kind of thing the most.

“Viktor.”

Viktor responsed almost immediately.

“Can you come here for a bit?”

He proggressed from the waiting room’s entrance to the single bed.

I stretched my head near to his ears and whispered, “I want you to converse with him. Anything that you can come up with. Just make sure he doesn’t fall unconscious.”

I prompted.

In some cases where the patient suddenly woke up from their daze, we needed someone to keep him calm so it doesn’t complicate the situation. That is why we always have a friend or a family member with us in the ambulance throughout the journey to the hospital.

Viktor scratched his head, obviously bewildered by the sudden request.

“Hey, Tanner.”

He initiated.

“...Hey...”

Tanner responded slowly, though his slow respond indicates his ability to still be able to perceive his surroundings, which is a good sign.

They started idly chatting about what they do and even cracked some lame jokes, and somehow, Viktor tactfully avoided topics about the attacker or anything sensitive that could trigger his emotions

The blood packs and the medical equipments that I requested safely arrived, along with a trusty person that worked as my lifelong partner, Elliot Trafalgar, my nurse.

She stormed inside the room with a tight expression and slammed the equipments on a prepared table. From her attire, I bet she was having her leisure time before she slept, but was interrupted when the guards looked for her. I was about to call her when she raised a finger.

“Don’t. Say. It.”

She then pointed towards Tanner.

“Save that guy first.”  

She refused to meet eyes with me throughout the whole process, but with our great teamwork, Tanner had successfully being treated.