The Theron Residency (Brides of Theron Book 4) Read Free Page A

Jeeka added with a tilted smile.
    They made their way down the white paneled hallway and into a secured ward of the hospital. There was a window in the wall, and when she looked inside of it, she saw a battered giant warrior on the bed. His left pant leg was bloody and the leg just beneath was bent at an odd angle. He had a scrap of fabric tied around his upper thigh as a tourniquet. The leg clearly was not as it was supposed to be and the warriors who placed him here on the bed didn’t care how he was laid.
    Jeeka pressed the code into the panel near the door and it buzzed opened. He was not awake at the moment, probably passed out from the pain of being thrown unceremoniously on the bed. From the bloodied pant leg, she could see the yellow sulfurous colored waves of his aura radiating from his upper left thigh. Yes, he was in an enormous amount of pain. Jeeka pried his clenched hands from the sheets and secured his hands to the rail of the bed with leather straps that buckled tightly around his wrists, as well as his right ankle. She made a move to take his left ankle, but Laura stopped him. “His leg is broken and I will need to set it. Thank you for your help Jeeka. I can take it from here.”
    Jeeka handed her a small amber bottle and said, “You need to give him plenty of this. He needs to be asleep for hours if not all evening if you catch my drift.” Laura nodded as she left the room. Laura surveyed her reflection in the mirrored window and scanned the area. In the corner, closest to the mirrored window was a camera pointed in the direction of the patient. The red light was off so the camera was not on at the moment. She wondered how long it would take for them to realize it was off. She had better get to work.
    When the door shut behind Jeeka and the lock engaged, she could hear Lars as he woke on the bed. She went to the curtains on the window and pulled them closed. She would have to remove his clothes to treat him. All patients, even as despicable as Lars, deserved some privacy when being treated by their physician. He had just woken up to find himself tied down to a bed in the hospital. Pulling at the leather cords fastened to the buckled braces on his leg and arms, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “You better fucking untie me now!”
    Laura turned away from the windows and looked in his direction, “That is not very likely.”
    “You can kiss my ass, earth bitch! What, they got you slumming it in here with me. The other Theron people in this hospital are too good for you to work on?” Lars spewed his words venomously at her.
    Laura turned her glaring eyes towards her patient, “No, you can kiss my ass, Lars! You should be grateful that you have someone willing to take care of you after everything that you’ve done. It’s sad that none of your people would even acknowledge your presence in this hospital, much less treat you. So, I guess you could say that I am reluctantly accepting the duty of putting you back together so to speak.”
    “Do you really think I give a shit that an Earth female is taking care of me? No! The only reason they assigned you to me was because the only thing you Earth females are good for is fucking!” He gave her an evil grin.
    “Really Lars, you speak as though you have experience with one of my kind. But, you and I both know, that you are just as clueless in that department as you are about everything else. None of the females from my planet would touch you with a ten-foot pole. You are a disgrace to the Theron warrior race.” Laura checked the monitor that stood next to his bed and jotted a few notes in his chart and set it down on the bedside table.
    She walked across the room and using her pass key, she opened the cabinet with all the supplies and retrieved a syringe. In order to give the correct dosage of the sedative, she really needed the patient’s weight, but this information was not available at present. She was just going to have to make an educated guess.