the blood pressure medication we gave people. At the volume he was getting it here, we were saving his vital organs at the expense of the rest of him. If we couldn’t turn down his meds soon—if the moon didn’t heal him, if he didn’t wake up and the processes in him that regulated blood pressure begin to work again—his hands would go. His remaining foot too.
Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “That’s bad, isn’t it.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
Lucas leaned over the bed so that his face was over Winter’s. “You’re not supposed to die. Do you hear me? You’re not supposed to die.”
There was a small cough from the room’s doorway. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Lucas and I both looked up. A man I hadn’t met yet stood in the doorway, shadowed by the light outside. Lucas’s hands clenched on the bed’s side rail, so hard the bed shook. “Viktor.”
“I take it now’s a bad time?” The other man—were, I was guessing—stepped into the room.
It was my job as nurse to make them calm down—but this was the only window I’d have to get blood for Dren. I was torn for half a second, and then I jabbed the lancet into the edge of Winter’s intact palm.
“How did you do this, Viktor?” Lucas released the bed, making it rattle. He rounded toward the door. “You couldn’t just wait for him to keel over on his own?”
“Me? I know nothing.” The visitor, Viktor, clutched an innocent hand to his chest. “I only just found out about the great one’s condition.”
I squeezed Winter’s hand hard to milk blood out. I just needed one drop. One stinking drop—
“He was my leader too,” Viktor continued. “I have as much right to pay respects as you.”
“Get out,” Lucas said, his voice no more than a growl. “You did this. I don’t know how, but you orchestrated this somehow—”
I didn’t have to be supernatural to feel the tension filling the room, flowing out from whatever history the two weres shared. I could hit the CODE button on the wall and summon twenty other medical personnel here, but then I wouldn’t get my blood—
One thick drop welled out of the lancet-made hole. I swiped the test strip across it. It was all I needed—and it’d better be all Dren needed—to keep my brother safe.
I slid it into the glucometer and looked up at the two men. “Lucas—sir—you—”
“This is shameful! I have rights! I am a member of the pack!”
“You also own a black truck. I’m not stupid, Viktor,” Lucas said. Lucas crouched to jump—when Charles appeared in the hallway holding a trank gun behind both of them.
“No transformations on hospital grounds!” he shouted with a low voice. “Don’t think for a second I won’t shoot you both.” He waved the gun between them to prove his point.
Lucas slowly relaxed, coming back to standing. “Viktor here was leaving.”
“As a pack member, I have every right to pay respects,” Viktor complained.
I moved around the bed to be out of the way of Charles’s possible shots. Viktor was a young man—same age as Lucas, probably—but he dressed older, in a three-piece suit. He held a fedora over his chest, seemingly to calm his injured pride, and without the hat I could see one lock of white hair against the rest of his natural black.
“Family makes the rules here, not packs,” Charles informed everyone, with the gun still held high.
Viktor sighed then and bowed elaborately—to Winter, not to Lucas, I realized—and reset his hat on his head. “Until full moon then?” he asked of Lucas.
“Oh yes,” Lucas said, with a dangerous tone.
Viktor left, Charles stepping backward to follow him with the barrel of his gun. “You all right, Edie?” he called back to me.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe your other friend in there better leave too,” Charles said.
Lucas muttered something to himself. I wanted to stand up for his right to be there, but after their altercation I questioned the wisdom of it.
“Okay, now you, Edie,” Charles said. I exited the room. It was just Charles and me in the hall. He set down the gun.
“That’s bigger than a flush, Charles—” I tried to tease. My voice was too high, too tense.
Charles shook his head. “Don’t do that again, Edie. I don’t care how safe they seem. Never be alone with one of them.”
“Okay.” After that little show, I had to agree. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Glad you’re good,” Charles said, and clapped my arm. “What’s his blood sugar at?”
I hadn’t realized I was still carrying the glucometer around. I looked down at its screen. “Two eighty- three.”
Charles and I changed the insulin drip together since it was a medication you needed a co-sign for, and when Gina returned I explained what had happened and took Lucas’s coffee in his stead. I wasn’t about to go find him. The test strip with Winter’s blood was safely in my pocket. That was all that mattered to me.
I had to go to the bathroom near shift change. I told Gina and waved at Meaty and Charles on my way out the door, and exited to find Lucas, sitting with his head between his knees outside in the hall.
I couldn’t exactly avoid him. The door to Y4 slammed shut behind me. He didn’t look up. He wasn’t asleep, was he?
“Pretend I’m not here,” he suggested without looking up.
I snorted. He’d been so frightening in the room, but now he just looked depressed. Winter was my patient … but that was the problem with visitors. Sometimes they needed nursing too. I walked over to him and knelt down. “Want to tell me what that was about?”
Lucas looked up at me, eyes full of sadness. “I’m next in line to lead the pack.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Oh.” I didn’t know how to react. In my world, promotions were positive things.
“I never wanted this day to come.” Lucas leaned forward and put his head back into his hands. “I’m not like Winter was.”
At a loss for words, I continued the conversation the only way I knew how. “How do you mean?”
He looked up at me. “Winter would have killed Viktor back there. Hell, he would have killed Viktor the second he heard anyone got hit with a black truck.”
“There’s more than one black truck in this town.”
“You don’t know Viktor.” Lucas shook his head. “But that’s not the point. The point is I don’t want to lead. I’m not like him. I don’t even want to be like him.”
“Is anyone else in line?”
“Fenris Jr. But that’ll be a few years. The pack can’t function without a leader for that long.”
“Winter’s not dead yet.”
“Yet,” Lucas repeated dourly. “Helen has access to all the group accounts—she got them when Fenris Sr. died. But any time without a leader is too long for creatures accustomed to having one. Long enough for people to get ideas. If he doesn’t heal, then I’ll have to take over on the next full moon night.” He inhaled deeply. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”
“Don’t worry. I’m good at keeping secrets.” Like the fact that I had Winter’s blood in my pocket right now.
Lucas stared at me with his light brown eyes. They were rimmed in a darker brown, almost red. I felt guilt flush my face. “Thank you.”
The rest of the night was uneventful. Gina and I gave report to the same crew that’d had him yesterday, and
