the present.” He touched the small horns curling from his head. “I guess she doesn’t like the caprid type.”
“Some people are particular,” Aleric replied.
Braum nodded and sat back. “What can you do? I know it’s a bad break because it’s bleeding all over.” His gaze held Aleric’s. “Can you fix it?”
This was far out of Aleric’s comfort zone. He looked at Dr. Worthen.
The older man cleared his throat and stepped forward.
“Young man, we need to take you into surgery immediately. The nurse will help you change into a hospital gown and get you prepped with a drip to lessen the pain. I’ll be the one performing your surgery.”
To Aleric’s surprise, Braum pointed at him. “What about Dr. Wolf? Can’t he do it?”
Aleric stared from the patient to the actual doctor. “Um, no, I, uh, I’m still in training.”
That seemed to appease the faun. He nodded. “That makes sense. Will you at least be there?”
Aleric found the request odd. He wondered if the faun felt some connection to him because they were both fae. Did he know he was in an apparently all-human world? If so, the thought of going into an operating room under the knife of a human doctor was probably an intimidating one.
Aleric looked at Dr. Worthen. The doctor gave a shallow nod of approval.
“I’ll be there,” Aleric promised.
That seemed to calm the faun. He settled back onto the bed with his jaw locked, breathing through his teeth against the pain.
Dr. Worthen gave Nurse Eastwick several instructions, then motioned for Aleric to follow him from the room.
“This is highly unusual,” the doctor told him.
“I’m sorry,” Aleric apologized. “I don’t suppose you usually let werewolves into an operating room. Is that some kind of a sanitation violation?”
Dr. Worthen stared at him for a moment as if trying to comprehend what he had said. The doctor finally shook his head. “No, not that. I mean the faun. He had the legs of a goat. I am doctor, not a veterinarian. I’ve never operated on a goat before.”
Aleric nodded. “If veterinarians operate on animals, can we get one here?”
Dr. Worthen thought about it for a moment. “You know, there is one vet on the south side who may be available. Let me make a phone call.”
Aleric watched the doctor rush swiftly toward his office. Given all the man had seen, the thought of operating on a goat leg appeared to make him the most nervous. Considering the circumstances of the day, Aleric had a lot of respect for the man. Knowing that he had never even been around fae creatures before, he deserved a lot of credit for not just turning them away at the door.
The red-headed orderly walked past.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Aleric asked.
“Gregory,” he replied.
“Gregory, can you get me a bag of blood?”
If the orderly thought the request was a strange one, he didn’t show it.
“Certainly,” he replied. “Which type?”
The question caught Aleric by surprise. He didn’t know blood came in different types. To keep from sounding completely ignorant and undermining his façade as a doctor, he went with, “Which type do you have the most of?”
“O positive,” the orderly replied.
Aleric nodded. “That’ll do.”
When Gregory returned with the bag of blood, Aleric accepted it with a nod.
“Well done,” he said, hoping he sound doctorly.
“Which patient is it for?” Gregory asked.
Aleric hesitated. “Uh, why do you need to know?”
“I need to note it in their chart,” he replied.
Aleric pushed down a moment of panic. “I’ll note it. Don’t worry,” he replied as nonchalantly as possible.
“Alright,” Gregory said. He hurried away.
Aleric let out a sigh and pushed through the doors that led away from the Emergency Room. He walked back to the D Wing. He supposed he should take a moment to make sure his patients were under control. The thought made him shake his head. They weren’t his patients. He