{~~Avery Sterling~~}“That was dumb. We need to be on his side. He’s going to mess with what we’re doing. He’ll—” I began, my voice tinged with frustration as the car hummed along the dark, winding road. The trees outside blurred together, a streak of shadowy green against the setting sun as if the world was rushing past us while we remained stuck in the same argument.“He shouldn’t have treated you that way,” Logan interrupted, his tone firm, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but I could sense the storm brewing behind them. The way he clenched his teeth, the way his hands tightened around the leather wheel—it was all so very Logan, ready to defend me, ready to protect, even when I wasn’t asking for it.“We spent less than five minutes there, Logan,” I countered, my voice rising slightly, frustration lacing each word. “We didn’t eat or drink anything. But you—” I paused, trying to gather my thoughts, trying n
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The next day found me back at the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of activity swirling around me like a familiar, albeit somewhat overwhelming, embrace. My injuries still stung, a constant, nagging reminder of the chaos that had brought me to this point, but I was feeling better—well enough for the CMO to clear me for duty.With that clearance, I was officially off paid leave and back on the clock, ready to immerse myself in the work that had always provided me with a sense of purpose, even in the darkest of times. It was strange, the way the hospital felt both like a sanctuary and a battlefield, the place where I found my strength but also where I faced the harshest realities.By noon, I had already handled eight patients, each one a different story, a different challenge. The steady rhythm of checking vitals, adjusting medications, and offering reassurances brought a sense of normalcy, of control, that I desperately needed. It was a welcome
{~~Avery Sterling~~}After making the call to the lawyer, a sense of urgency settled into my bones. The day was far from over, and I needed to keep my focus sharp. As if on cue, Logan approached me, a somber expression etched across his face."I’ve got a case for you," he said, holding out a file. "I’ve been looking into this patient’s records, and I’m concerned. It looks like a possible case of Lycan Decay Syndrome, but it’s progressing much faster than usual."His words sent a shiver down my spine. Lycan Decay Syndrome, or LDS, was rare, but when it did strike, it was a slow, agonizing process that left patients withering away over months, sometimes years. The idea that someone could be deteriorating rapidly from it was alarming. But not uncommon. But for the person to be at the hospital where we already have one patient of the same case? That was rare.I took the file from him, flipping it open as he continued to explain. "The patient is a female, her mid-thirties. She came in comp
{~~Logan Grey~~}The patient we were desperately trying to save was entrusted to Avery's capable hands. There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone could pull them back from the brink, it was her. Avery had a calm, steady presence in the operating room, a quality that not only inspired confidence but also had a way of making even the most critical situations seem manageable. Although she isn’t in the OR right now, she’s in the basement trying to create something to slow the brain rot Ms Reynolds is facing. I wanted to be there, to assist her in any way I could, but before I could even scrub in, my phone rang. It was Ryan.Ryan’s name flashing on my phone immediately set off alarm bells. He never called during work hours unless it was something serious. My first thought was that it had something to do with the case we were both working on, but there was a tone in his voice—urgent yet restrained—that told me this wasn’t about work. He was at my office, and he needed to talk.I hesitate
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I sat in the basement lab, the dim overhead light casting shadows across the rows of scientific equipment that lined the counters. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and the faint hum of machinery. Before me, a small vial of Ms. Reynolds' blood sat on the table, its deep red hue glinting under the light. This sample was the key—the starting point in a race against time to find a way to slow down the brain rot that was ravaging her mind due to Lycan Decay Syndrome (LDS).I reached for my laptop, its screen coming to life with a soft glow. Opening a new document, I began outlining the steps I needed to take. The textbooks I had gathered earlier were stacked high beside me, each one marked with tabs on chapters I would need to reference.First, I needed to isolate the specific enzymes and proteins in Ms. Reynolds' blood that were being affected by the LDS. I carefully transferred a small amount of the blood into a centrifuge tube, sealing it tightly before
{~~Logan Grey~~}I can’t believe that she did this. She actually did it. Even now, as I sit here trying to wrap my mind around it, it feels surreal. I’d returned to the hospital just in time to help Avery save two lives, but what she did—how she did it—has left me in absolute awe. It wasn’t just an act of medical brilliance; it was something far beyond that. The sheer audacity, the courage, and the ingenuity behind it—I’m still trying to grasp it all.I feel like some dumbass in her presence but it doesn’t annoy me. We have a base to go off of now. We keep trying to stop every side effect the LDS brings but avery was smart enough to handle the most critical first. We can work off that.When I arrived, the situation was dire. The patient’s vitals were plummeting, and everyone in the room had this look in their eyes—a mix of dread and desperation. We all knew the odds weren’t good. But Avery? She wasn’t just ready to face the odds; she was ready to rewrite them. How she even thought of
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke up by the fireplace to the faint sound of the doorbell ringing. The soft, persistent chime pulled me from the comforting warmth of sleep, and I groaned quietly as I opened my eyes, taking in the dimly lit room. Logan was still asleep beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist. His breathing was slow and steady, the kind of deep sleep that only comes after days of exhaustion finally catch up to you. Neither of us had made it to bed last night; instead, we had dozed off by the fire, wrapped in each other's embrace, too tired to move.As much as I wanted to stay curled up against him, the doorbell rang again, more insistent this time, and I knew I had to get up. I carefully extricated myself from Logan’s grasp, not wanting to wake him, and slipped off the couch. The cool air in the room was a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the blankets we had shared, and I shivered slightly as I padded across the room. My feet were silent on the hardwood floor,
{~~Logan Grey~~}I called my brother the moment I managed to calm our mother down. My hands were shaking slightly as I dialed his number, and I could only imagine the state Felix was in right now. The phone rang twice before he picked up, and I could hear the panic in his voice before he even spoke.“Logan?” Felix’s voice was a mixture of relief and terror, the kind that comes when you’re holding on by a thread and finally hear a lifeline on the other end of the line. “Have you heard anything? Do you know where she is?”I could hear the strain in his voice, the barely-contained hysteria that threatened to break through at any moment. My heart ached for him, knowing he was facing every husband’s worst nightmare, and I had to do everything I could to keep him from spiraling out of control.“Felix, I need you to take a deep breath,” I said, trying to keep my own voice calm and steady. “I know this is terrifying, but we’re going to find her. I promise you, we won’t stop until we bring her
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya