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.Marc slapped his emptypalm with the gigantic wrench he carried,growling menacingly.The bird stood down,apparently content to remain a silent threatwhile they were outnumbered, and a softsigh of relief slipped from me. 159/839My father waved his men forward and Carverstepped from the car and was ushered insideby both toms.Our Alpha remained on theporch, alone and undefended as a show ofstrength.In truth, any one of us could havebeen at his side in less than a second.Butsometimes appearance is as important asreality. Kai is alive but in a lot of pain, he called ina strong, steady voice. If you want him back,put me in touch with your Flight. With that,he turned his back on the birds a show ofconfidence as well as an insult and walkedinto the house.He pulled the door closed, and I turned tofind the hall packed with toms. There snothing to see, my father declared, and asthe toms slowly dispersed, he turned to Carv-er. Good to see you again, Danny.What s itbeen? A week? 160/839 Sounds about right. Carver hefted hisovernight bag higher on one shoulder. Ihave less than a week of vacation left.At thisrate, I ll be looking for a new job soon, Greg. My father sighed. That makes two of us, hesaid, referring to his spot on the council, nothis career as an architect.Carver flinched and nodded. Hey, Faythe, he said as Marc locked the front door and Victook our latest guest s overnight bag. How sthe arm? Ready to come out of the cast. I fell intostep beside the doc and my dad, and Marcand Vic followed us.Carver grinned.He was almost always ingood spirits, no matter who he was sewingup or cutting apart.In his day job, Dr.Danny Carver was a medical examiner forthe state of Oklahoma.He spent more time 161/839with dead people than with live ones. Give ita couple more weeks, then we ll cut it off andlet you try Shifting. We don t have a couple of weeks, Doc. Istopped in the hall, and he had to stop withme to maintain eye contact. We re goingafter Malone in three days. I whispered thelast part, because I wasn t sure how much ofour battle plans Blackwell had overheard.Orwhether we could trust him, even with theinvestigation he was initiating againstMalone.Dr.Carver frowned and glanced at the heav-ily decorated cast I held up. You may haveto fight in a cast, then.It ll protect your armbetter, anyway. But I can t Shift in a cast.I ll be stuck in hu-man form. 162/839Carver shrugged and tightened his grip onhis medical supply bag. We could cut it offand let you Shift several times, but a brokenbone isn t like a laceration, or even a torn ro-tator cuff. Both of which I d suffered in the line of duty. They take longer to heal, and if you don theal properly, the damage could be perman-ent.And Shifting before broken bones haveat least half healed hurts unlike anythingyou ve ever felt.Just ask Marc. I glanced at Marc, not surprised to see himnodding.He d gotten several broken ribs atthe same time I broke my arm.A chestcouldn t be casted, so he d been Shiftingtwice a day for the past week, and his ribswere only just returning to normal. So, what does that mean for Charlie? Iasked as we moved toward Owen s room. 163/839 Let s see how bad it is&. My dad and Vic followed the doc into ourmakeshift triage center, but I headed into thekitchen instead, and Marc followed me. What s wrong? he asked as I poured thelast of the coffee into my favorite mug.Iraised both brows, and his head bobbed inconcession. Okay, everything s wrong.Butspecifically? This. I set my mug on the counter and heldup my casted arm. We re days away fromgoing full scale against Malone, and in themeantime, we re under fire from above.AndI m about as useful as a three-legged dog. You re much more useful than any kind ofdog, mi vida. Marc purred and pressed meinto the counter, his hands on my hips.Icouldn t resist a smile.I was a real sucker forSpanish. 164/839Except when he was yelling it at me.I kissed him, and my arms went around hiswaist, my good hand splaying against hisback.Feeling the restrained power, and loving it. Better? he asked when we came up for air. A little. I sighed. I just want to fight. He grinned. I love that in a woman. Stupid cast. I tried to twist and grab mymug, but he held me tight. I kind of like it.You broke your arm savingmy life. I had to smile at that. And I d do it again to-morrow.I just wish it wasn t going to holdme back the next time. 165/839 I m sorry. I shrugged and grabbed my mug, then fol-lowed him into the hall.Marc hung back tokeep from crowding Owen s room, but Ipressed my way through the throng andstood against one wall with Kaci.My mothersat in a chair by Ethan s bed, holdingCharlie s hand because she could do littleelse for him.Manx sat on the floor besideOwen s bed, one mangled hand on his arm.Carver headed straight for Charlie, whoseclothes had been cut off but left under him,because lifting him again would have hurthim worse.The doc shook his head when mymother started to give up her chair, then heknelt to dig in his medical bag.Seconds laterhe pulled out a plastic-wrapped disposablesyringe and a small vial of something clear.Carver drew some of the liquid into the syr-inge, then carefully felt for a vein in Charlie sarm. 166/839 Let s give this a chance to help with thepain, then we ll see what we can do for you, he said softly as he slid the needle intoCharlie s skin.Charlie didn t even flinch.What was a shot, compared to being droppedfrom thirty feet in the air?My mother took the used syringe, and Dr.Carver crossed the room to Owen, then sankinto the desk chair to examine my brother sstomach. These stitches look good, Karen. She murmured her thanks, and the docturned to Owen s leg, which my motherhadn t been confident she could stitch upproperly. These are deeper.They re going tohurt for a while, but if you Shift a few timestomorrow, you should be good to go in acouple of days.Let s get you stitched up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Marc slapped his emptypalm with the gigantic wrench he carried,growling menacingly.The bird stood down,apparently content to remain a silent threatwhile they were outnumbered, and a softsigh of relief slipped from me. 159/839My father waved his men forward and Carverstepped from the car and was ushered insideby both toms.Our Alpha remained on theporch, alone and undefended as a show ofstrength.In truth, any one of us could havebeen at his side in less than a second.Butsometimes appearance is as important asreality. Kai is alive but in a lot of pain, he called ina strong, steady voice. If you want him back,put me in touch with your Flight. With that,he turned his back on the birds a show ofconfidence as well as an insult and walkedinto the house.He pulled the door closed, and I turned tofind the hall packed with toms. There snothing to see, my father declared, and asthe toms slowly dispersed, he turned to Carv-er. Good to see you again, Danny.What s itbeen? A week? 160/839 Sounds about right. Carver hefted hisovernight bag higher on one shoulder. Ihave less than a week of vacation left.At thisrate, I ll be looking for a new job soon, Greg. My father sighed. That makes two of us, hesaid, referring to his spot on the council, nothis career as an architect.Carver flinched and nodded. Hey, Faythe, he said as Marc locked the front door and Victook our latest guest s overnight bag. How sthe arm? Ready to come out of the cast. I fell intostep beside the doc and my dad, and Marcand Vic followed us.Carver grinned.He was almost always ingood spirits, no matter who he was sewingup or cutting apart.In his day job, Dr.Danny Carver was a medical examiner forthe state of Oklahoma.He spent more time 161/839with dead people than with live ones. Give ita couple more weeks, then we ll cut it off andlet you try Shifting. We don t have a couple of weeks, Doc. Istopped in the hall, and he had to stop withme to maintain eye contact. We re goingafter Malone in three days. I whispered thelast part, because I wasn t sure how much ofour battle plans Blackwell had overheard.Orwhether we could trust him, even with theinvestigation he was initiating againstMalone.Dr.Carver frowned and glanced at the heav-ily decorated cast I held up. You may haveto fight in a cast, then.It ll protect your armbetter, anyway. But I can t Shift in a cast.I ll be stuck in hu-man form. 162/839Carver shrugged and tightened his grip onhis medical supply bag. We could cut it offand let you Shift several times, but a brokenbone isn t like a laceration, or even a torn ro-tator cuff. Both of which I d suffered in the line of duty. They take longer to heal, and if you don theal properly, the damage could be perman-ent.And Shifting before broken bones haveat least half healed hurts unlike anythingyou ve ever felt.Just ask Marc. I glanced at Marc, not surprised to see himnodding.He d gotten several broken ribs atthe same time I broke my arm.A chestcouldn t be casted, so he d been Shiftingtwice a day for the past week, and his ribswere only just returning to normal. So, what does that mean for Charlie? Iasked as we moved toward Owen s room. 163/839 Let s see how bad it is&. My dad and Vic followed the doc into ourmakeshift triage center, but I headed into thekitchen instead, and Marc followed me. What s wrong? he asked as I poured thelast of the coffee into my favorite mug.Iraised both brows, and his head bobbed inconcession. Okay, everything s wrong.Butspecifically? This. I set my mug on the counter and heldup my casted arm. We re days away fromgoing full scale against Malone, and in themeantime, we re under fire from above.AndI m about as useful as a three-legged dog. You re much more useful than any kind ofdog, mi vida. Marc purred and pressed meinto the counter, his hands on my hips.Icouldn t resist a smile.I was a real sucker forSpanish. 164/839Except when he was yelling it at me.I kissed him, and my arms went around hiswaist, my good hand splaying against hisback.Feeling the restrained power, and loving it. Better? he asked when we came up for air. A little. I sighed. I just want to fight. He grinned. I love that in a woman. Stupid cast. I tried to twist and grab mymug, but he held me tight. I kind of like it.You broke your arm savingmy life. I had to smile at that. And I d do it again to-morrow.I just wish it wasn t going to holdme back the next time. 165/839 I m sorry. I shrugged and grabbed my mug, then fol-lowed him into the hall.Marc hung back tokeep from crowding Owen s room, but Ipressed my way through the throng andstood against one wall with Kaci.My mothersat in a chair by Ethan s bed, holdingCharlie s hand because she could do littleelse for him.Manx sat on the floor besideOwen s bed, one mangled hand on his arm.Carver headed straight for Charlie, whoseclothes had been cut off but left under him,because lifting him again would have hurthim worse.The doc shook his head when mymother started to give up her chair, then heknelt to dig in his medical bag.Seconds laterhe pulled out a plastic-wrapped disposablesyringe and a small vial of something clear.Carver drew some of the liquid into the syr-inge, then carefully felt for a vein in Charlie sarm. 166/839 Let s give this a chance to help with thepain, then we ll see what we can do for you, he said softly as he slid the needle intoCharlie s skin.Charlie didn t even flinch.What was a shot, compared to being droppedfrom thirty feet in the air?My mother took the used syringe, and Dr.Carver crossed the room to Owen, then sankinto the desk chair to examine my brother sstomach. These stitches look good, Karen. She murmured her thanks, and the docturned to Owen s leg, which my motherhadn t been confident she could stitch upproperly. These are deeper.They re going tohurt for a while, but if you Shift a few timestomorrow, you should be good to go in acouple of days.Let s get you stitched up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]