Chapter 83 083
Danica's POV
I did say I had a bad feeling about getting particularly summoned by a patient. Turns out the patient was none other than the arrogant little shit. Princess Rosetta.
The anger that swirled through my veins was so strong I could literally taste it. I've never been this angry at anything or anyone my entire life.
'Why don't you just silence her once and for all... You know, get it over with, because I so fucking hate her' Aurora growled and I felt a bit relieved that all that anger wasn't mine.
I forced a smile to my face and walked over to her.
"Hello, Princess. How may I help you?" I muttered as politely as I could.
"Help me? There's absolutely no way you could possibly help me, lowlife. You just have to do your damn job, take a look at my injured arm and do the needful" she replied and I had to bite my lips inwardly so hard, to remind myself that I'm the professional one here. The reasonable one. I shouldn't fall for her trick to get me in trouble. And definitely not after just one out of many sentences that will still come out of her mouth.
"What happened to your hand? How did you get injured?" I asked, as a normal doctor would but she just had to nitpick on anything I say.
"How I get injured isn't important, you know? Your job isn't being a detective, it is making me feel better" she retorted sharply, but something felt off.
There's no way she'd just slip up with an injury overnight, unless...
"What? You can't do a simple treatment now? Did you have Alexander make you some Head trashy doctor after throwing yourself at him when you can't even do shit?" Her tone was loud, condescending, demanding obvious attention.
And me?
I was trying hard to keep myself from clawing at her face, making it bloody messy until no one would recognize her. Not even her own mother.
"Alpha Alexander!" I muttered, raising a brow at her.
"What?!" She exclaimed, confused.
"He said to refer to him as Alpha Alexander. You lost the right to call him by his name, Princess Rosetta" I added and she scoffed, glaring at me speechlessly.
Without another word, I turned to get a mini test kit from the desk in the room. I got back to her and grabbed a chair to sit across from her for the necessary test and treatment but then her voice cut through the oppressive silence again.
"I don't want you sitting down while you treat me. You stand and work like a doctor, rather than a housewife" she pointed and I've never felt my wolf so close ever since I sensed her.
She was so close, it wouldn't be a surprise if a wolfless omega suddenly ended up shifting into a full wolf, thanks to someone.
I pushed back the chair and took her injured arm carefully. After staring at the wound for a little while, I concluded that it was a deliberate injury. She caused it with her own hands, and that could only make sense because the entire pack house would have turned upside down in chaos, if someone else was responsible.
I knew that much but I said nothing. I wasn't in the mood to pick fights with someone so petty.
She was here for a reason. And it wasn't to get treatment. She stabbed herself with silver just for what? To get back at me for the other night we met?
Silently, I cleaned the area of the wound skillfully, gently, to avoid making it sting harder than it should.
When I proceeded to treat the wound itself, I was extra careful to avoid getting insulted for not being good at my work, but there's nothing that can be done if someone has been set out to frustrate the living hell out of you.
Her palm collided with my cheek hard and an inaudible gasp escaped me as my head swiped to the opposite side.
"That fucking sting, you bitch. You did that on purpose!" She accused me, glaring hard at me like she hadn't just raised her hand to my face.
"A wound is meant to sting no matter what, Princess Rosetta. And it's my job to make it sting more for a millisecond just to get the perfect healing process after your treatment!" I explained, the words stern, my tone steely.
"Well, that's your theory because you have no freaking idea what you're doing. If this doesn't heal within a day after making me go through all that pain, then you have another thing coming" she muttered. A threat, maybe?
I gave her a plain, bored look, because that's just how I really feel after all the commotion she's making in a Royal clinic just because of a personal grudge.
I forced a smile again and this time, it felt a bit more natural. Calmer. Too calm. Like I hadn't just wished I could tear her to a million shreds.
Her rants continued for the next few minutes but I didn't bother responding to any of them. I figured it'll be a waste of my energy, time, and peace of mind.
Not like I'm ever going to have one as long as she's here.
But there's nothing wrong with making her a source of the peace of mind I needed now, right?
I grabbed a syringe and a bottle containing a clear colorless liquid. I dragged a considerable amount of the liquid into the syringe before strolling back to the test bed where she laid like the Queen of England.
"Is... Is that really necessary? You could just give me a few pain relief pills and get it over with" Rosetta muttered smugly, though I would never miss the tiniest glint of fear in her voice for anything in the world.
The syringe wasn't necessary. Holy Rora in the pitch, not even the liquid was necessary. Blame the thirst for revenge that had me hooked in my throat right now, but I wasn't stopping until I had her right where I wanted her.
"Surely, you can correct me, scold me anytime I do something out of character, I really appreciate those moments but you can't teach me what to use for your condition, unless you'd be content with having yourself killed?" I said, calmly, an invisible smirk curling up the corners of my lips.
I adjusted the syringe and took another drag of the liquid until it physically couldn't take more.
"Stop wasting my time, you damn lowlife. I just keep wondering what exactly drew Alexander to you..." She trailed off as I stepped closer, bending over her slightly.
"Do you know what is in this syringe, Rosetta?" I asked, my voice falling low, teasing and extremely casual than usual, like I was talking to a friend... Even worse, an enemy.
She blinked once, twice, trying to make sure she just heard me right.
"Rosetta?" She exclaimed, utterly mortified by the absence of the title.
"Yeah, Rosetta. Could you just take a wild guess?" I repeated with purpose, calmly. I had nothing to lose at this point. I'd bet my position as doctor to make her realize that she'd chosen the worst possible timing to mess around with me.
Maybe it was how smoothly commanding I'd just sounded, but she ended up responding before she realized what she's done.
"Painkillers?" She muttered, visibly squirming.
I laughed, shaking my head.
"That's not right. It's more like a pain bringer. I have no intention of killing your pain, Rosetta" I muttered with a smirk and I watched the color drain from her face completely.