clothes,” the nurse replied.
Aleric didn’t waste any time. He hurried around the room gathering rope, a cord, and several zip ties before he returned to the vampire’s bed. He quickly bound the vampire’s arms and legs to the bars of the bed.
Stepping back for a brief survey of his work, Aleric found himself shaking his head like Dr. Worthen appeared to be fond of doing. “What am I doing here? I’m not a doctor. This is ridiculous.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the door opened again.
Two orderlies rushed in with a bed between them and Nurse Eastwick close behind. The orderlies paused as soon as they made it through the doors and stared at the unfinished state of the D Wing.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” the red-haired one on the left asked.
“We don’t have time to be picky,” Nurse Eastwick replied. She spotted Aleric near the far wall. “Dr. Wolf, we are in need of your expertise. Again.”
Aleric’s eyebrows rose. The title took him completely by surprise.
Nurse Eastwick gave him a pleading look when the orderlies weren’t paying attention.
Aleric cleared his throat. “Oh, yes. What seems to be the problem?” he asked.
He had made it halfway across the room when the fish scent struck him. He paused.
“Flippers?” he asked.
Nurse Eastwick nodded with a surprised expression. “How did you know?”
Aleric glanced at the orderlies. “I can take it from here. Thank you, gentlemen.”
Both young men looked more than relieved to be excused from the bedside of their strange patient and the presence of a doctor in a hospital gown.
As soon as they were gone, Aleric closed the space between him and the bed. It took all of his self-control to not pinch his sensitive nose.
“Selkies can shed their skin to look human, but they never quite lose the odor.” He looked at the beautiful face of the woman sleeping on the bed. “How did you know she was fae?”
Nurse Eastwick held out another file.
“You do remember that I’m not really a doctor,” Aleric reminded her when he accepted it. “I have no idea what this says.”
The nurse pulled off the white sheet that covered the patient.
“She has flippers.”
Aleric stared at the woman’s flippered hands and feet. “Selkies aren’t often caught in-between their forms. I’ve never seen one.” He fought back the urge to blush and look away. “It’s quite a personal thing for them.”
“She was found unconscious in an alleyway.” The nurse paused and then said, “Fairly close to where you were found, actually. The EMTs who brought her in said she didn’t have clothes or identification. It seems to be a familiar story with your fae folk.”
Aleric nodded. “Why identify ourselves when what we are is the identifier? I know the humans of Blays feel differently within their own communities, but the fae are who we are. We can’t really hide from it.”
“So that’s it, then,” Nurse Eastwick said as she tucked the sheet back over the woman’s hospital gown. “You’re not from here?”
Aleric looked around the room. “I don’t even know where here is.”
The nurse’s pager buzzed. She glanced at it. “More patients are coming in. I have to run.” She reached the door and looked back at him. “Let me know what you need with the, uh, selkie, Dr. Wolf. I have a feeling I’ll be back.”
He pushed the selkie’s bed to one of the unfinished rooms off the main area. Though she was asleep, there didn’t seem to be anything else wrong with her. The woman’s heartbeat and breathing were steady and her color was good, at least as far as he could tell. He didn’t have much experience with selkies. They mostly kept to themselves.
The doors opened again before Aleric had a chance to sit down.
“Dr. Wolf, Nurse Eastwick asked you to come quick!” the red-headed orderly gasped breathlessly.
Aleric and the orderly sprinted back to the Emergency Room. Shouts and yells met them when they opened the