Lucy's Wolverine (Lilly Town Shifters) by Bobbie Palmer Read Free Book Online Page B

up.”
                  “Hey, it wasn’t my fault this time,” he grumbled.
                  There were many, many times Bill had been called to give Mike a few stitches or set a few broken fingers. It was a good thing his dad had wanted him to follow in his footsteps and be a shifter doctor. His father had Bill follow him around from the age of eight. He could stitch anything like a pro at eleven, and could remove a bullet at fourteen. The only problem was he didn’t want to be a doctor. He didn’t want to have to do house calls at all hours of the night, but most of all he didn’t want to have to tell families that someone was dead. Yeah, he liked fixing people up, but he liked owning the bar more. And his other work: well, he’d had to make the calls that someone was dead, but at least he was also saving people. He could as a doctor, but with the organization he ran, he was really making a difference.
                  “Okay, let’s take a look at what you did to yourself,” Bill said as he pulled the towel off the wound.
                  “Thanks for the warning,” Mike said, wincing in pain.
                  “I’m guessing you’re in a lot of pain,” Bill said, looking at the wound.
                  “Yeah? How could you tell? Not from the whole bleeding and grunting I’m doing, surely?”
                  “Very funny. No, they got you with a silver bullet. Whoever did this knew what to use,” Bill said, wiping away some blood.
                  “Great! Just what I wanted!”
                  “Is he okay?” Lucy asked.
                  Bill turned around and saw her standing in the doorway. Shit! He hoped she hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. How did he not know she was standing there? “Yeah, he’s going to be fine. I need to get the bullet out and get him stitched up, and then he’ll be fine. You might not want to be here for this, though,” Bill told her.
                  “I’m okay,” she said, standing a little taller.
                  “Lucy, I’m about to stick a knife in Mike’s stomach and fish out a bullet. Then I’m going in to repair any damage it’s caused. He’s going to be screaming in pain, and I don’t think he wants you to see that,” Bill said bluntly. Maybe she’d get the hint he doesn’t want her there.
                  She gulped and said, “I can take it. I want to be here for Mike.”
                  “Mike,” Bill said. He wanted the woman out of the room. If he could, he’d get her out of the house and out of screaming range, but he’d take what he could get. He knew she wouldn’t leave. She seemed to care about Mike just as much as Mike cared for her. Don’t people know that it takes more than two conversations to really start caring for someone? You don’t know anything about them. Hell, she could be a mass murderer for all Mike knew. Bill didn’t really think she was, but still.
                  “Lucy, I'll be okay. Bill won't let anything happen to me. I know what he's going to do and I don't want you to see it. It's not pretty. He knows what he's doing and I trust him with my life. He's patched me up more times than I can count.”
                  “Are you sure? I can hold your hand,” she said, starting to sound unsure. She was wavering, which was definitely a good thing.
                  “I'll be fine. Thank you for offering, though,” Mike said, giving her a smile.
                  Hell, Bill didn't know how the man was able to talk. The silver was burning him and he had a hole in his stomach. That wouldn't last long either. If he waited much longer, the hole was going to start closing for Mike's shifter genes, and he would have to make a new one. He was really hoping Mike would pass out from the pain soon. He couldn't