Untouchable: The Alpha's Miracle Doctor

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scurried away without a word. Fear of me ha

moved to the bedside a

ut the lack of warmth was just as alarming. It spoke of a system shutting down-the body's microc

against my internal clock. Forty-five beats per minute. Critical. His respiratory rate

acting as a heavy metal neurotoxin that was systematically shutting down his multiple organ systems cel

o feel before stepping into the main operating theater back in Astraea. A stubborn

f systemic failure, I estimated he had less than thirty days l

ing water, a stack of what looked like torn-up

eyes never leaving Demetr

e flushing. "Miss, that's

ght now, I am what's proper," I said, my voice low and inten

estled with the filthy, sweat-stiffened nightshir

bare, Phoebe let out

s and new, festering wounds. But beneath the damage, the framework was ther

I dipped a cloth into the hot water, wrung it out, and began to clean his skin.

hed his fac

tic nose, a strong jawline, and a thin, faded scar that cut through his left eyebrow a

, unwelcome flutter. I

t. He was a too

ime from his body. Now for the cri

quor-it looked like a harsh, unrefin

lew to her mouth. "Miss, what are you d

state of his central nervous system. "But if I don't disin

amber, acrid liquid splashed directly onto th