The Wolfless Surgeon: His Defiant and Unexpected Luna

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ing a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The sc

xiety. When she saw me, she gasped, but

ed, my voice strained. "Ba

s quick and silent. She slid the heavy

n clammy and cold. She was slipping away. The vision I'd had in the

as a Sanctuary-a medical dimension bound to my soul, a fragment of my old life carried across the void into this world. I didn't understand

ustion and the horror, reaching for that

Show me.

The image bloomed in my mind's eye, clearer this time. I wasn

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automated pharmacy. Everything was clean, white, and humming with quiet power. The walls were lined with panels of soft

sciousness, words forming in my min

g on the floor in front of me. I wille

n my mind. The report was terrifyingly clear. Three fractured ribs. A rupture

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anctuary, but maybe... maybe I

ols for hemorrhagic shock. I needed a coagulant, a broad-spectrum anti

c agent. A vial of advanced nano-antibiotics. A po

ll, all of my desperation, into a si

ation in my gut, as if I were

ned m

dical kit containing everything I had just imagined. Sleek, fut

my throat, but I choked it dow

ime for awe. I

healing. The muscle memory of a thousand surgeries took over. I was no l

their life-saving contents. I ran the scanner over her abdomen, the device projecting a holograph

y device. I made a tiny, precise incision, guided by the holographic display, and sealed the

BANG

vy fists on the

once!" It was Andrea's shr

hispered, her eyes

rdered, my focus ent

from the kit. Her vital signs, displayed on the scanner's small screen, began to stabilize. Her heart rate was

ntic. I could hear the splintering of

he body!" Andrea shrie

d a small bio-sensor on Rowan's temple to monitor h

ed that the door was about to giv

d, a soft,

hazy, unfocused, but they w

pered, her voice a fain

r hand. "No, Rowan," I said, my voice thick wi

oor, leaving no trace of its existence. I grabbed a few of the normal cloths and some common he

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