Alpha Terrell's POV
The doctor gave us everything he had.
Medicines in small brown bottles with instructions written carefully. Ointments for the skin - paralysis, he explained, when prolonged, stopped the body from making its small unconscious adjustments, and the skin suffered for it. A tonic to be administered in drops on the tongue every four hours. A compress for the chest, warmed, changed twice daily.
I listened to every word.
Merrick listened beside me, his arms folded, and for the first time in his life, he looked serious. He asked two questions that were good questions, which I noted without comment.
We paid the doctor more than he asked for, took everything he had to give, and left.
After we arrived back at Merrick's castle, I carried her up the stairs myself.
Not because there wasn't anyone else available - Merrick's household had assembled down the hall - but because the idea of anyone else's hands on her right now was something my body simply refused to accept.
