Страница 15 из 73
“No, you can’t,” he said, cutting her off, his words terse and rasping. “Your body is in shock. Your leg needs tending. You won’t be walking anywhere.”
Through the daze of her lingering shock, Je
As they rounded a curve in the corridor that would take them to the infirmary, Lucan met them in the passageway. He stopped dead in his tracks, feet braced apart, hands fisting at his sides. Brock could just make out the subtle flaring of the Gen One’s nostrils as the scent of fresh blood traveled the corridor.
Lucan’s eyes zeroed in on the bleeding human, their gray color flashing with sparks of light, pupils narrowing swiftly to catlike slivers. “Holy hell.”
“Yeah,” Brock drawled. “Gunshot wound to the right thigh, .45-caliber round with no sign of exit. We tied it off, but she’s lost a damned lot of blood between here and the place in Southie where I found her.”
“No shit,” Lucan said, his fangs clearly visible now, twin points gleaming as he spoke. He grated out a harsh curse. “Go on, then. They’re waiting for her in the infirmary.”
Brock gave the Order’s leader a grim nod as he continued past him. In the infirmary, Gideon and Tess had prepared an operating table for Je
“Set her down right here,” Tess said from beside the surgery table, jumping in when Gideon, the otherwise calm and collected Breed male who’d stitched up his fair share of combat wounds for the other warriors, seemed at a loss now that the patient in question was human and leaking red cells like a faucet.
“Fuck me,” Gideon said after a long moment, his British accent coming on stronger than normal. “That’s a lot of blood. Tess, can you—”
“Yes,” she put in quickly. “I can handle it on my own.”
“Okay,” he said, visibly affected. “I’ll, ah … I think I’m go
As Gideon made his exit, Brock placed Je
He shrugged his good shoulder. “It’s nothing.”
She pursed her lips, not entirely convinced. “Maybe Gideon ought to make sure of that.”
“It is nothing,” Brock repeated, impatient. He took off his shades and hooked them into the collar of his black shirt. “What about Je
Tess glanced down at her and gave a faint wince. “Let me have a look. It’s a shame my talent is suppressed because of the baby, or I could heal her in a few seconds, instead of the hour or more it’s likely going to take to get the worst of the bleeding under control.”
Tess had been a skilled and caring veterinarian before she moved in to the Order’s compound and became Dante’s mate. She’d since taken on a vital role as Gideon’s right hand in the infirmary, tending to much larger—and, no doubt, more disagreeable—clientele than she’d dealt with in her former clinic in the city.
As a Breedmate, she also possessed an extraordinary talent—one that was unique to her and which would be passed down to the son she would bear, as Brock’s mother had passed her own down to him. Tess had a healing touch, as well, only her ability went even further than his. Where Brock’s talent gave him the power to absorb human pain, the effect was only temporary. Tess could actually restore health, even restore life, in any living creature.
Or, rather, she had been able to, before pregnancy had stifled her power.
But she was still a damned good physician, and Je
He stood there, stock-still, as Tess scrubbed her hands, removed the makeshift tourniquet, then did a cursory visual examination of the wound. She asked Renata to stay nearby and assist her, then spoke reassuringly to Je
“The good news is, there’s no bone damage and, from what I can tell, it will be a fairly simple procedure to remove the bullet and repair the artery it nicked.” She paused. “The bad news is, we’re not really equipped down here for this type of injury—meaning a human injury. In fact, you’re the first non-Breed patient that’s ever been in the compound’s infirmary.”
Je
Tess smiled sympathetically. “We’ll take care of you, I promise. Unfortunately, we don’t have a need for things like anesthesia. The warriors don’t require it when they come in with injuries, and those of us who are mated have the blood bond to aid with healing. But I can give you a local—”
“Let me help,” Brock interrupted, already moving around the table to stand at Je
“All right,” Tess replied softly. “Let’s get started.”
Brock stared unblinking as Tess picked up a pair of scissors from the instrument tray and proceeded to cut away Je
Brock swallowed, his throat working audibly at the combined one-two punch of seeing so much soft feminine skin while his senses were drenched with the coppery siren’s call of Je
He must have growled his hunger out loud, because in that same instant, Je
“Renata,” Tess said. “Will you help me move Je
The two Breedmates worked in tandem, removing the bloodied jeans and his ruined duster while Brock could only stand there, immobilized by thirst and something else that ran even deeper.
“Okay,” Tess prompted, catching his heated gaze with a knowing look. She had scrubbed and dried her hands and was pulling on a pair of surgical gloves from a box on the rollaway tray. “I’ll begin whenever you’re ready, Brock.”
He reached out to Je
“Close your eyes,” he told her, an effort just to keep the hungered rasp from his voice. “It will be over in just a few minutes.”
Her chest rose and fell in rapid movement, her eyes locked on his, not quite trusting.
And why should she? He was born of the same stock as the creature that had terrorized her in Alaska. The way he looked right now, Brock figured it was a small wonder she didn’t leap up from the table and try to fend him off with one of Tess’s neatly arranged scalpels.
But as he gazed down at her, Je
Brock concentrated all his focus on keeping her comfortable, wrapping his talent around the acid burn of antiseptics and sharp, probing surgical instruments. He swallowed Je