Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“This is best in his buttocks,” the doctor said.
Rogan turned Brooks around and whipped the towel to the side to expose his bottom.
“Hey!” Brooks protested before adding, “Ouch!” as the doctor administered the shot.
“You’re okay, Brooks,” Rogan assured him, before asking the doctor, “How long will it take?”
“It should be fast. We should see the hives fade as it takes effect. Brooks, I’m going to listen to your lungs. I don’t like the sound of your breathing.”
“I’m okay,” Brooks rasped.
“Let the doctor check you out, Adventurer,” Rogan told him.
A few minutes later, the doctor plucked the earpieces away and slung the instrument around his shoulders. “We’ll give that medicine a bit of time to act. It will make Brooks extremely tired for the next twelve to twenty-four hours. How is the itch, young man?”
“I think it’s better,” Brooks said.
“Your voice sounds better. That worried me,” the doctor admitted before noting, “The redness is starting to fade. I think he’s on the mend.”
Brooks swayed, and Rogan immediately pulled him to his side to steady him. “Will he need any more treatment?”
“I’ll leave some pills for him. We could benefit from restocking some essential medical supplies before everything is exhausted,” the doctor suggested. “The pharmacists have inventoried all the supplies around Wyvern. They could give you a list of needed drugs.”
“Good idea. I’ll touch base with them tomorrow,” Drake promised, stepping forward to handle that request. “When you’re ready, Doctor, I’ll take you back.”
“My kids are going to be so envious of me. Thank you for making me a superstar,” the doctor joked.
“Thank you for coming, Doctor,” Rogan said, glancing away from his mate.
“My pleasure. Mates are important. Here are some pills. The shot will work for the next twelve hours. If Brooks still has hives, give him a pill every four hours until they disappear. He’ll need to go to bed. Make him rest. Push fluids.”
“I will follow your directions,” Rogan said, accepting the pills.
“Dust caused this?” the doctor asked.
“Yes.”
“Mitigate that as much as possible,” the doctor directed.
Rogan nodded. He understood this was his fault. “Thank you again, doctor. I owe you. Your family may call on me when you need assistance.”
The doctor appeared moved by this invaluable promise. “Thank you, Rogan. My congratulations on finding your mate. This will only be one thing you discover about each other.”
Rogan understood the learned man acknowledged this was simply an unfortunate event and not Rogan’s fault. He nodded to thank the doctor before turning to the gold dragon.
Drake, I also owe you one.
You would do the same for me. Take care of your mate. Aurora and I look forward to spending time with you both soon.
Soon, Rogan promised, whisking his yawning mate up into his arms. He turned and carried him into the mansion. There was a special room waiting for Brooks he hadn’t seen yet.
Chapter 7
Dragging himself from the extreme drowsiness clouding his mind, Brooks glanced around the room. He didn’t remember being in here. He reached out a hand to close around the bars of the railing extending around the comfortable bed. The resulting rattle brought Rogan to his side.
“Brooks. You look less foggy.” Rogan’s voice sounded pleased.
Flashes of his mate, bathing his itchy patches with cool liquid and cuddling next to Rogan’s chest as he rocked him, flooded his mind as Rogan slid the railing down from the bed. He struggled to sit up.
“You are not yet at full strength, Adventurer. Let me help you,” Rogan said as he scooped him out of the bed.
Brooks wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and held on as Rogan walked to a large chair. When Rogan sat down, the chair glided underneath them. Propped up in Rogan’s arms, Brooks studied the room.
“What is this place?”
“It’s your playroom. You thrashed around when the hives got itchy. You were safer in your crib. Here, drink.”
Rogan placed a bottle at his lips, and automatically, Brooks sucked. A thick creamy mixture filled his mouth, and he hummed in delight as it soothed his dry mouth. It took several minutes for him to realize he was drinking from a bottle like an infant. Immediately, he pushed Rogan’s hand away and struggled to sit up.
“Whoa, Adventurer. You’re okay,” Rogan reassured him as he helped him sit up.
That small rebellion completely wiped out all his energy. Still, he forced himself to protest, “I’m not a baby.”
“Mate, that medicine knocked you for a loop. This bottle got nutrition inside you without a mess so you could recover to this point. Your hives are almost completely gone. Soon, you won’t need any more.”
“I can stop now,” Brooks argued.
“Not going to happen. We will follow the doctor’s instructions. Come. Stretch back out and drink. You need liquids to recover.”
Rogan gently helped him back into position and held the bottle to his lips. Brooks was too thirsty to refuse. He devoured it.