Conrad's POV:
Damn, can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?
When those doctors left, I silently watched over Otis' bedside.
She was obviously still alive, but I couldn't find a way to help her.
The Blue-moon Pack had encountered countless crises, and I had always been able to think of ways to deal with them quickly, no matter what kind of crisis they were, but I had never been as clueless as I was now.
My fingers tapped haphazardly on the railing of the bed, like an anxious mouse searching for something.
The tension was making my metabolism fast, and every so often I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead.
I gently stroked Otis' body, every inch of her body was hot, her heartbeat was very slow but not stopping, and I looked at the red stained fabric at her chest
