A stab wound to the thigh. A graze to her right side. Another nick to her collarbone. Bruises are forming over her arms and shoulders. Her cheek is swollen and red.
Cutting her robe off her, I grab a warm cloth and start cleaning the worst of the blood off.
By the time I’m done, footsteps sound, coming closer.
I whirl around, ready to protect my angel, but it’s Ty’s frame that steps through the door. An angry meow sounds from Graham outside before it shuts closed again.
He’ll have already seen the destruction in the rest of the house, but his eyes widen as he takes in Emily’s limp form.
A growl slips from my throat. “Don’t stare at her.”
His eyes snap up, purposefully not looking at her naked body. I don’t like him seeing her like this. No one should see her but me. But Ty used to be a medic in the Navy. I don’t have the fucking energy to be pissed right now.
“Help her,” I choke out.
Ty immediately gets to work, calling out instructions.
“She’s lucky,” he tells me while stitching the cut to her leg. “Missed anything vital. The blood loss is more concerning, but it’s not life-threatening. She’ll be weak for a while—her body needs time to replace what she’s lost. When she wakes up, get sugar into her. Juice. Honey. Anything sweet.”
Emily groans, the sound quiet, barely audible. I grab her hand, my fingers interlocking with hers.
She blinks groggily. Her brow furrows. “Eli?”
“I’m here, Angel.”
“What happened?” she whispers.
Then she looks down at her injuries. Shivers wrack her.
Ty clears his throat and Emily jolts.
Her eyes bounce between us. “Eli… what’s going on?”
“Do you remember anything?” I ask, cautious.
She bites her lip. Then memories flood in, reading across her face as it crumples.
“Gia,” she murmurs. Then louder: “Is Graham okay?”
“He’s right outside, waiting to see you’re alright.”
She deflates against the metal.
Ty coughs again, gaining both our attention. He looks at me while speaking to Emily. “I need to cover your cuts.”
Emily trembles but nods.
Tyler gets to work, keeping his eyes on task. “The gauze needs to stay on for at least forty-eight hours, and don’t get the wound wet until then.”
As soon as he’s done, he turns around, facing away from Emily. “Will you guys be okay here?”
Emily whimpers.
“I’ve got it. Thanks, man,” I reply to Tyler, before focusing back on Emily. “Let’s get you to bed, Angel.”
She tries to get herself off the table, but her legs are shaky and weak, her knees giving way.
I gather her back into my arms, bridal style, then walk us back up to the main house. Emily cries as she looks out at the broken furniture and blood that coats it. “I ruined your house,” she chokes out.