Daphne
I was perfectly capable of walking, but Nash and Louis insisted on pushing me in the wheelchair, while I carried the baby in my arms.
I had been cleared by the doctor, and had had time to shower and change back into my own clothes. I still had to wear my stretchy maternity pants, but my tummy was much smaller than it used to be.
There were about a dozen wolves who had sustained injuries in the fight, most of them fairly minor. A few broken bones to be set, lots of stitches, and one unfortunate young man who had lost an eye Louis and Nash had already visited each of their hospital beds to thank them personally, and to make sure that they are receiving the best care possible.
I also appreciated their service, but I was on my way to the semi-private room on the surgical ward that
