The nurse didn’t even look up. “Changing your dressing. You just had a skin graft, so it’s going to hurt for a while. Try not to move too much.”
My mind went blank. “Skin graft…? What are you talking about?”
She paused, then looked at me like I was the strange one. “You didn’t know? The Luna in the next room had a scrape on her arm. Alpha Thornhill requested that a patch of your skin be used for her treatment.”
My ears rang.
“She just had a small injury,” the nurse went on, sighing. “But you know how it is. Different fates. Some people get worried over the tiniest scratch, and others…” She didn’t finish, but I understood.
My face went cold.
So even my body…
Even my skin… he could just take it and give it to her.
My lips trembled. It felt like I swallowed something burning. “Can you… help me transfer to another hospital?” I asked quietly.
“Transfer?” she repeated. “Why would you—”
The door opened before she could finish.
“Transfer to where?”
Drake walked in, carrying bags of fruits and food. Things I used to like.
He set everything down, took off his coat, and came straight to me. “Why are you talking about transferring? Don’t move around like this. You’re still weak.”