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Dawn watched Angelina prepare everything as they waited for Slade to show up. To say she was impressed was an understatement. She had some wonderful assistants herself, but watching Angelina work told her she'd put every one of them to shame.

Feeling movement beneath her hand, Dawn glanced back at Kent only to realize she was still touching his injured leg. Embarrassed, she quickly pulled her hand away. Feeling his gaze on her, she walked over to Angelina, trying to ignore the strange tingling still lingering in her hand.

“You ever help deliver a baby?” Dawn asked, hearing the huskiness in her own voice. What the hell is wrong with me? Clearing her throat, she rolled her eyes at herself.

“No, but I'd love to.” Angelina smiled over her shoulder. “Please tell me that's your way of asking me to help with Lana and Becky.”

“It definitely is.” Dawn laughed with a nod. “You are very impressive, Angelina. Slade better watch out or I'm going to steal you from him.”

“Oh, no, you don't, Dr. Holloway.” Slade's voice boomed as he walked into the room. “I may share, but she's going nowhere.”

“Uh, doesn't she get a say in that?” Dawn grinned, liking the easy banter these Warriors shared when they weren't being a little overbearing.

“Nope,” Slade replied as he took off his jacket.

“It's nice being fought over.” Angelina sighed happily. “Everything's ready to go.”

Dawn stepped out of the way as Slade walked over to Kent.

“One in the leg and two in the shoulder?” Slade asked as he examined Kent's leg.

“Yep,” Kent answered, his eyes still closed as if he were getting ready to take a nap instead of having bullets cut out of him.

“Guess you already realized they've healed over.” Slade moved up to his shoulder. “No exit wounds, so both are still in there?”

“Unfortunately,” Kent replied, sounding almost bored.

Dawn couldn't get over how calm he was. There'd be no numbing the area, and if he wanted to be sedated, one of the Warriors literally had to knock him out. She’d be a mess, but here he was laying there like he was ready to get a massage.

Her eyes drifted over him. He was a very handsome man in a wild kind of way. He definitely didn't have the fuck boy look that she steered clear of. He was rough around the edges, but his body looked almost untouched. No old scars. No evidence of the violence he'd obviously seen. As a doctor, it intrigued her. As a woman...well, that was a whole different problem.

Then, against her better judgment, her gaze dipped lower.

Lord have mercy.

No wonder those shorts looked a little tight.

“You want to be knocked out?” Slade asked as he picked up the scalpel from the tray Angelina had prepared. “I think Jared's still here.”

“Nah, I'm good,” Kent replied, sounding as if he were about to get his teeth cleaned instead of being sliced open with no pain medication whatsoever. “Just do what you do, doc.”

She watched as Slade made the precise incision over the healed wound, her eyes immediately flickering to Kent's face. He never so much as flinched or grimaced. If anything, he looked like he was trying to catch a nap while Slade dug around in his leg for the bullet.

“Damn vampire healing,” Slade muttered. “Your body's trying to seal the damn thing in...got it.”

He gave the hemostat a firm tug, and then dropped the bullet in the metal tray with a sharp clink.

“Flush it,” Slade ordered. Angelina irrigated the wound while Slade checked to make sure nothing had been left behind. “Steri-Strips.”

Angelina handed them over, and Slade pulled the small incision together before placing three Steri-Strips across it.

Dawn watched the edges of the incision already pulling themselves together. She knew vampire healing was extraordinary, but seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.

Her gaze drifted back to Kent.

His eyes were still closed.

Impressive.