Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

The Lna 266

Xena's POV

I gathered every ounce of strength I had left and pulled violently on the IV tube

connected to my left hand. Pain shot through my arm as the needle tore free, and the metal stand crashed to the floor with a tremendous clatter. I immediately closed my eyes and let my body go limp, frowning and trembling as if I were having some kind of medical emergency.

The noise immediately caught the doctors' attention. They turned from their computers, speaking in rapid, panicked voices.

"What happened?"

*Her vitals are spiking!"

"The IV came loose she's lost too much blood!"

One of them rushed over to assess the situation, reaching down to lift the fallen IV stand. As he bent over me, I let my hand shift partially, extending my claws just enough. In one swift motion, I slashed across his throat, opening his windpipe in a spray of arterial blood.

His eyes went wide with shock and terror, his hands flying to his neck as he tried to stem the flow of blood. But it was too late. He collapsed backward, crashing into the cabinet beside the surgical table and sending medical instruments clattering to the floor.

The noise immediately alerted the other two doctors, who spun around with expressions of horror and disbelief.

"What the hell-"

"She's awake! She's-"

They bolted toward the door, but William was already moving. Despite his injuries, he had crawled behind them while they were distracted.

His claws extended fully as he drove them into both doctors' backs, piercing through their scrubs. Their screams of agony echoed off the walls as they collapsed, blood pooling beneath their bodies.

William stumbled after them, his movements weak but determined. He knelt beside each fallen doctor and drew his claws across their throats, ensuring they couldn't raise an alarm.

"Nice work," I managed to say through our mind link, offering him a weak smile.

William returned the smile, his face pale but triumphant. He began crawling toward me, using the last of his strength to drag himself across the floor.noveldrama

When he reached the surgical table, he extended his claws once more and cut through the leather restraints binding my wrists and kles. The effort seemed to drain the last of his energy, and he collapsed beside the table, his eyes rolling back.

"William!" I called out through our mind link, but there was no response.

I forced myself to sit up, my head spinning violently from the movement. When I looked at William more closely, I was horrified to see the trail of blood he'd left across the floor.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, growing closer by the second. Alpha Wiley was returning, probably with reinforcements. My heart sank as realized our situation had gone from desperate to hopeless.

I scanned the room frantically, looking for anywhere we could hide. But the space was filled with medical equipment and overturned furniture from our fight. There was nowhere to conceal us.

My gaze fell on the computer desk where the doctors had been working. Various vials and test tubes containing different colored liquids were scattered

across its surface.

Fighting against the dizziness and nausea that threatened to overwhelm me, I slid off the surgical table. My legs nearly gave out immediately, and I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from falling. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision, but I forced myself to keep moving

I stumbled toward the desk, gathering as many vials as I could carry. I had no idea what any of them did, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Just as I crouched behind the desk, trying to make myself as small as possible, the door exploded inward. The wooden frame splintered as Alpha Wiley's boot connected with it, and he stormed into the room with murder in his eyes. Chapter Comments

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Damn, I am anxious

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nervous!

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