Having been shot the second I spotted foot in Bloodhound pack territory is not just a physical blow, but it's also caused my ego to get severely bruised. I am at the point where I don't remember anything after the moment I realized I've been shot, but I learned that the unfortunate event took place a little over a week ago, during which time all pack members who didn't wish me dead, fussed over me in some way or another. From the person cleaning the hospital room, to the nurse that emptied my urine drainage bag (wow, that sounds so sexy, NOT!), they all did their jobs with a little extra motivation, wanting their Luna to be comfortable and have a speedy recovery.
Lucas' parents made sure I got the best doctors, and accommodated their doctors and the ones that rushed over from my Kingdom
