*~~Chapter Forty-Seven~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

I helped my last patient of the day back into bed, his stitches had ripped twice to the point that the CMO had to scold the doctor and call for logan. But I told him he didn’t need to disturb the medic alpha. I did the stitches myself, and they haven’t ripped since. The patient is stubborn, grumpy, and every bit sour to be around. But when I work, I don’t care for their personalities.

My job is to save their lives. Not to like them. I pulled the sheets over his body and made sure he was comfortable. I was about to turn around and leave when his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Yanking me forcefully onto his body. I pushed back, and a snapping sound had me screaming as I fell to the ground. My wrist had twisted in the process.

He looked at me and laughed. “That must have hurt.”

“You son of a bitch. Why would you do that?!” Another nurse burst into the room, she gasped as she stared at where I was on the floor. Holding on to my bruised numb hand.

“This nurse trie