"Kiema, honey, I need you to check his vitals," Saint said.
I nodded before crawling over to the fully naked man. His dark blond hair covered his face. "His coat is the same color as his head hair. His mane the color of his pubic hair."
"I'll make a note of it. Can you give me his pulse?"
"I don't have a watch, and can't see a clock."
"I'll run a timer. Ready?"
I nodded.
"55 beats per minute. Is that good?"
"That's f*****g amazing, Ki-Ki. Before, he was running around ninety, ninety-five at rest," Asher rushed to answer.
"Is he running a temp?"
I laid the inside of my wrist against his forehead. "Maybe a little one. He feels slightly warm to the touch. But dry, there's no sweat or dampness."
"Good, honey. You're doing great. Open his eyes for me. Do his pupils look normal?"
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