Body Check Maria Luis Novels & Stories

Robert slides over, but his grip on my hand doesn’t fade. Maria sets her bag on the ground before spreading her hands over my body, a couple of inches away from my skin. I feel a warm, tingling sensation, and my eyes flutter shut. “Broken ribs, a bad concussion,” Maria begins to murmur. Her wrist is badly sprained. There’s also internal bleeding.” Her hands come to a stop a few minutes later, and she looks me in the eye. “I think I might be able to heal your internal injuries, but I can’t do anything about the external ones or the concussion.”

He was out of the chair before I could take another breath, his hand finding mine carefully, like I might break. “How are you feeling?” he asked, but his voice sounded wrong—hollow, like he was asking because he was supposed to, not because he actually wanted to know. “Like I got thrown into a wall,” I said. “Because I did.” Maria appeared at the doorway like she'd been waiting for me to wake up. She ran through a bunch of tests—checking my pupils, asking me questions, and pressing gently on my ribs to assess the bruising. Everything was fine, she said. Physically stable. But she recommended rest and monitoring because trauma did weird things to the nervous system.

Maria said as if she was going to cry. Jeremy looked at her and smiled. He knew how pampered she was. This was one of the reasons he fell for her at first sight. Maria is a very beautiful woman. Although when she came to the pack, she was so dirty and hungry but after she was well cleaned up, she was looking like a princess. Maria is also a hard working woman and she's also an Alpha blood. Maria definitely knows how to save the day. She had done it many times and Jeremy knew that she would make a strong Luna.

He carried her to their bedroom, his mind racing, his hands trembling. How had he not seen this sooner? How had he let it come to this? The second he laid her on the bed, he grabbed his phone. “Get Dr. Ellis. Now.” The doctor arrived in record time. Luca stood rigid at the side of the room, arms crossed, watching as Dr. Ellis examined Maria, checking her pulse, pressing cool fingers to her wrist. The man’s face was unreadable, but Luca knew him well enough to recognize the slight crease of concern between his brows.

How soon would this examination be over? Gomez gave one last small push, grounding himself fully into Maria. She was staring up at him, looking doubtful and nervous. Squeals of excitement from across the loose box drew both their attention. Consuela's legs were wrapped firmly around Pedro's waist while the pair of them bounced up and down. It was obvious that Consuela had no problems with her examination. Gomez smiled down at Maria.

Maria appears with my phone outstretched in one hand, securing my squabbling infant to my chest with an arm, I reach for the phone with the other. “Lola?” “Andera, Micaela won’t stop crying, I think something may be wrong with her” I rushed out, “Yes, I can hear her over the phone, Have you checked her temperature and other signs” “Yes, she doesn’t seem to have a fever,” I leaned my temple into her forehead, to check again in case her body temperature might have increased in the two minutes I waited for Maria to get the doctor on the phone. “Give me a rundown on the situation”

Carlos asked "And what do you think I am up to?" Maria asked. Carlos stepped closer to her and said "When I first saw you, I knew there was something fishy. Then I found out you were from the witches that were wiped out in the Murky forest by Turstin. And to think about it, You will want revenge but the major question right now is how deep are your wounds and how much are you willing to make then surfer?" Carlos said. He continued to say "I am very good at reading people and I have concluded that anything you do, you give it your all. If truly you want revenge, then you don't want to destroy only Turstin but his father also, and maybe just maybe you want revenge so bad you want to even destr

The moment I burst through the door, Maria, the resident doctor, practically sprints toward me. “Alpha Lucas, what happened?” “I don’t know. I found her like this,” I growl, laying Aria down on one of the beds. Maria’s hands are already working as I speak, pulling out equipment and checking her over. Her lips are blue, her skin is icy, and her blonde hair is frosted at the edges like she’s been through a blizzard. The sight makes something primal and angry claw at my chest. How the hell did this happen? “Her body is cold… her temperature’s dangerously low,” Maria mutters, frowning as she checks Aria’s pulse.

Maria appears with my phone outstretched in one hand, securing my squabbling infant to my chest with an arm, I reach for the phone with the other. “Lola?” “Andera, Micaela won’t stop crying, I think something may be wrong with her” I rushed out, “Yes, I can hear her over the phone, Have you checked her temperature and other signs” “Yes, she doesn’t seem to have a fever,” I leaned my temple into her forehead, to check again in case her body temperature might have increased in the two minutes I waited for Maria to get the doctor on the phone. “Give me a rundown on the situation”

It looked like she could not believe the possibility of her own suspicion. “Is he already married? Does he already have a wife?” Maria shook her head. “There’s no marriage registration record under Chris’s name.” Shaking her head again, she swept her gaze across the people outside the window. She instantly knew they were part of social media before focusing back on my seemingly innocent face.