Not qualified

The weeks later

"Are you sure he's ever going to wake up?" I look at my mate in concern, as I paced the room. My heart reached out for him, as he lay there.

"He will." The pack's physician looked up, "his body might be having a difficult time responding to the medicines he was giving, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be alright. 

Don't worry, your mate will be okay."

"He better be." I ball my hands into fists.

My mate better be okay, if not, I might destroy things.

"Let's watch how his body reacts to this medicine. Should it be positive, you are free to make use of the body on him?

Negative? 

I'll look for another medicine.

" What's with the number of medicine you bring here? You are constantly changing his medicines every damn week!" I growl at him in anger.