Page 10 of Dr Feel Good
“Don’t touch my cut!” she snarled, back on the offensive.
“I’ll touch anything I need to if it saves your life,” I said coldly, shoving away the vest and ignoring the thunk as it fell onto the table, to reveal a white pullover stained with bright red blood.
A closer assessment required removing her top. However, I’d promised to search for her friend, so I opted to take off my shirt and fashion a sling to wrap her shoulder and arm, happy the wounds were on the same side. To get the job done, I ignored her hisses, groans, and glares.
The temperature had taken another nosedive, and the freezing air sharpened the metallic scent of blood. I hurried to the bedroom and jerked away the comforter, then wrapped her in it.
My cell phone never had a signal when I visited my cabin, which was why I had a state-of-the-art DMR installed that connected directly to emergency services.
When I had a reception. And at the moment, I didn’t. Thankfully, I still had lights, but for how long, I wasn’t sure. The freak early Arctic blast was more severe than I first imagined. My generator would be overwhelmed.
Once I grabbed my coat, I ran back outside, cursing the heavy drifts of snow and near-whiteout conditions. No fucking way would I find anyone, so I didn’t even try. Instead, I unloaded my car. During each trek outside, the weather deteriorated. By my third and final trip, I could barely stay on my feet, and freezing dampness permeated my fucking bones.
I dropped my last bag on the floor near the door, then locked us in. Ignoring my chattering teeth, I grabbed my bag of medical supplies and headed back to the stranger. Finding the table empty with little more than an abandoned comforter dotted with droplets of blood to show where my patient should’ve been.
Growling in frustration, I stormed to the door at the opposite end of the room and almost tripped over her legs. She was leaning against the wall right outside the door.
Flicking the light on, I loomed over her, until she felt the weight of my glare and tipped her head back. Once again, something in her gaze called to me. Something I knew and had fostered for years.
But it was more than that. She looked at me with defiance. Even as injured as she was. It was her suspicion, however, that got to me the most.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.
“I need my cell phone. I need to make a call.”
“I don’t know where your phone is,” I told her.Probably buried in snow.“I’ll allow you to use mine if you cooperate with me.”
“You don’t have a say—”
“The fuck I don’t. You’re injured. My priority is saving your life.”
Her suspicion increased. “What are your qualifications?”
Was she really questioning me when she was on the verge of fucking fainting?
I reached for her, but she knocked my hand away.
“My name is Felix,” I told her before her condition went from serious to critical. “Felix Good.Dr.Felix Good.”
A smile graced her unnaturally pale lips. “Dr. Feel Good,” she quipped on a strangled moan.
Surprised laughter escaped me, but I wouldn’t cross that line. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t want to die,” she whispered instead of answering me, and something tight twisted in my chest at her wide eyes—frightened but still stubborn.
I gave her a gentle smile. “You won’t.”
Her chin wobbled and her breath hitched. “I’m scared,” she murmured. “Please, don’t let me.” Tears slid out of her eyes and she heaved in a breath. “Please, I’m not ready to die. My sisters need me. Save me.”
“I will,” I promised gruffly. “But you have to trust me.”
She swallowed. “I don’t like doctors.”
“Not many people do, but I promise you if you trust me, it’ll ease your mind. This isn’t an ideal situation, but it’s just you and me for now.”
I stroked her dark hair to comfort her. Her soft fingers closed around one of my wrists and she met my gaze. “D-don’t let me die,” she whispered.
“I won’t,” I swore.
