[Margaret's POV]
As Donald's voice faded, my delayed reasoning violently snapped back into place, and the pain from my wound became sharp. I instinctively turned my head to see that the bandage had started to bleed...
In that moment, my emotions were incredibly complex. On one hand, I felt that my pain tolerance had seemingly increased, on the other, I was annoyed with myself for being so captivated by Donald that he noticed something like this before I did.
Embarrassed by my own dullness and lust, I pulled the blanket over my head, my ears blushing as if they were boiled!
By the time Dr. Ace was called in by Donald using the pager bell, Donald had already dressed me. However, my rosy complexion was in stark contrast to the slightly reopened wound on my shoulder.
"It's nothing serious, just some cosmetic stitches that have come apart. Lycan Queen, you should try to move your arm with smaller and slower motions from now on, that should prevent any further issues."
