When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 100

ARTEMISIA

"Finally," Lisa giggles as she walks towards me with spread arms. "Look at you!"

I blush, chuckling lowly as I turn from the reception desk, clasping my patient's clipboard to my side. "Oh, stop it."

"That white coat really suits you," she continues gushing, making me roll my eyes with an embarrassed giggle.

Cayden finally made me take up on Dr. Davies' offer, and today I had to because I was already making myself anxious about my little marking ceremony, but the Omegas wanting to prepare me and scrub me were driving me crazy. Also, I feel so fantastically sore that I would like to prevent anyone from pulling at or pinching me as I'm gladly enjoying the memory of their touch still lingering on my skin.

"And today is the big day, isn't it?" Lisa gasps, as we start walking to my office.

She stares in awe as we step in, and I giggle, "Yes, and I'm pretty nervous."

"Argh, you will be fine!" She says, waving her hand dismissively. I push down a moan rising in my throat as we sit down and Lisa looks around agape. "This is awesome!"

I shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the pressure on my sore pussy. "They want me to be back at a certain hour to prepare me... I'm not sure what Daisy and Alberta want to do with me but I'm quite scared about what it might be." "Well, I have something for you that will guarantee your night to be a success," she grins, putting a small boutique bag onto the table. I take it hesitantly as she pushes it over the table with a grin, and I risk a look into it. "Oh, my Goddess," I blush, pushing it away from me. "I... I can't wear this..."

Lisa laughs, grabbing the bag to pull out a flimsy dress.

But what am I saying?

It's just a part of a dress... a really small part.

"Oh, he will want to devour you instantly when he is going to see you in this," she chuckles, lifting the lingerie up for me to see.

Covering my blushing face with my hands, I shake my head, "Do you want me to get killed?"

She is still holding it up with dancing eyebrows as the door opens and a nurse steps into the room.

All three of us freeze, staring at each other. The nurse lets her eyes jump back and forth between the two of us before her eyes fall on the piece of lingerie Lisa is holding before she clears her throat. "We have a little patient waiting in 204 for you, doctor," she says before retreating with her eyes lowered to the floor.

Lisa cracks up, and I tear the dress out of her hands, "At least now everybody will know what I will be wearing for my night with my mate and can gossip about it happily."

"This is so exciting!" She squeals, clapping her hands and I laugh.

I can't believe I'm actually beginning to love living in this crazy cult.

As I get back to work, we say goodbye with a hug and I guess it'll be impossible to calm my racing heart now as she winks at me, wishing me good luck for tonight. Goddess.

Luckily, my heartbeat calms down a bit as I enter the room with my new patient waiting in it.

"Luna," a slender and tall woman, stands up doing a little curtsy.

I recognise her from the pack house. She is one of the Omegas who work in the kitchen.

"Carol, right?" I say, gesturing to her to sit back down. "Please don't call me that. Missy is still the best way to go."

She smiles as she takes her seat next to the hospital bed of her little daughter.

"Well, who do we have here?" I ask the pale girl, probably not older than five or six years old.

"I'm Julie," she answers, beaming up at me.

"Such a pretty name," I say as I sanitise my hands. "I'm Missy, and I'm going to do a little check-up to see what made your belly hurt so much, is that alright?" She nods repeatedly, as her mother sighs, "Thank you."

Closing her file back up, I sit down on a chair standing next to the entrance to roll up to her bed. "So, want to tell me what happened?"

She giggles cutely as she watches me. "I felt sick."

"Did you have to throw up?" I ask and she nods sadly.

"Oh! I'm sorry to hear that! Did you feel sick once or did it happen more than once?" I continue as I take out the thermometer to measure her fever.

"Just once. My belly hurt a lot," she says lowly, making me look at her with a saddened expression. "But now it feels better already."

Taking her temperature swiftly, I notice that she still has a bit of temperature, but nothing alarming. "I'm so glad!"

After taking a few notes, I look up at her with a smile. "Do you remember what you were doing as your belly started hurting, sweetie?"

Her face falls immediately and she

starts kneading her fingers, looking at her mother with a scared expression. Her mother stares back at her with a stern look, making a gesture with her head as if wanting to tell her that she should spill the beans.

I wait patiently for the little girl to turn back to me, looking totally devastated. "I wanted to try the food."

She stops, risking another look at her mother as I lean forward, "What food?"

"The food that was prepared for you," she confesses, the corners of her mouth dropping. "I thought that it would be special because it was meant for a Luna, so I wanted to try it."

I blink, taken aback as I sit back up

straight as her mother lifts her hand

towards me as if wanting to calm

work

me down "I can take her tomate

during my shift on the days my mate and don't have a nanny. And she has always been a good kid, I'm so sorry she did that."

"Oh, no! There is nothing to be sorry for," I force up a smile even if my heart drops to my stomach. "You just wanted to have a little bite. And I'm sorry that might have happened to you because of my food."

Looking down at the clipboard with

her file, I move it in my hands. "I'll run some tests, but I'm sure she will be alright. They spike my food with a lot of supplements because of a

potential baby. And I'm sure you will feel better in a heartbeat."

"Thank you so much," her mother sighs relieved while Julie flashes me a happy grin.

I reach out to tap her hand, "And next time you want something, just ask me. I'll be happy to share something with you that won't make you feel sick."

Standing up, I hang her file back on the foot of her bed. "I'll be right back."

I exit the room, getting showered by another round of thank yous from her mother, and start walking down the hallway in the direction of the lab as I halt in my tracks.

My thoughts run wildly in my head before I turn around to walk directly into Dr. Davies' office.

"William, do you have a minute for me?" I ask, after having knocked at the door gently.

"Sure, come on in," he says, taking off his glasses.

Clearing my throat, I close the door behind me and step into the room to stand before his desk. "There is a little girl who was hospitalised with a stomach ache and nausea. It seems to be just an indigestion, but there is something bugging me." "What is it?" he furrows his brows, and I sit down in one of the two chairs standing in front of his desk.

"They are giving me supplements. And there is a chance that the food she ate was spiked with that... So, maybe it was the meds that made her feel sick."

Pressing the end of his glasses' frame between his lips, he ponders over my words for a moment before murmuring, "Supplements aren't supposed to make anyone feel sick. The best they can do is generate expensive pee."

"That's what I'm worried about," I confess, shifting in my seat. "Do you think I should run a tox screen as well?"

He nods, sitting up and crossing his hand on the desk, "I certainly would. Have you been feeling sick lately?"

"No," I shake my head, sighing. "Not at all."

"Well, I guess we will find out after running the tests. Just be cautious, okay?" He smiles encouragingly as I get back up. "Maybe you want to prepare your food yourself for the next few days."

I chuckle nervously as I stand up, "Will do that! Thank you."

"Don't even mention it."

I'm already at the door as I turn around, squinting my eyes. "Cayden said he would send in something to have it tested. Have you had the time to run the tests already? Maybe that would be a hint of what to look for."

"He sent something into our labs?" He asks confusedly, making me nod. "I didn't get anything."

I take a step back, feeling my heart squeeze, as he checks his files again. "Oh, maybe he sent it for a test to a lab somewhere else."

"That could be. I would suppose that he would send something concerning his Luna to the best research lab specialising in toxins of the continent," he says encouragingly, but something tells me that he isn't as convinced as he should be. "That will certainly be it," I say, turning around to leave the room.