I helped him inside once I was sure his stitches wouldn't rip and cause his wound to erupt in a bloody mess once more, but even as we limped into his pub, I tried to shift most of his weight onto me. We managed, somehow, to get into the pub before I collapsed under the pressure of his body, heavy gasps circling in my throat.
"You good?" I questioned, and earned a weak smile as a response. Good. I didn't kill him.
"Why'd you help me?" he asked, curiosity burning softly in his tired eyes.
"The fucking Hippocrates Oath. I'm a doctor," I explained, watching the understanding permeate his face.
"That suits you," was all he said, before his eyes fluttered shut in preparation for what I assumed would be a long sleep.
I couldn't exactly leave him slumped up against the wall we had fallen against, but I also definitely could not lift his body up the stairs that I presumed led to his room. I resolved on finding a blanket, and hopefully a pillow, and then dragging a chair over for myself to make sure he won't die in the middle of the night.
I found some questionable blankets after a few minutes, so I lugged them back to his resting body. I managed to shift his head enough to wedge one of the blankets underneath his neck, and I unfolded the other one and laid it across his sprawled legs.
It wasn't long after I sat down in the chair that my consciousness drifted away from me.
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Werewolfrewritten Alaska is an escape for Madeline. She wants to leave the confines of her last relationship in the past, in the place that she used to call home. For Nathan, Alaska is home. And he'll do anything to protect it.
