“An alien blast,” she said.
“I’m going to do my best to get him stabilized, sew this up, and figure out what will be safest to give him. You should go wait in another room; you don’t need to see this.”
“Okay.”
It felt like she was walking around in a fog. Her feet took her
to the kitchen, her body went through the motions of making coffee, but her mind was elsewhere. Now that she might lose him, she understood what he meant to her. She wanted to explore the connection that existed between them, see how far they could take it. Because the bond they felt had a forever kind of feel.
“I’ve done everything I could for him. I cleaned up his wounds, stitched him up, and gave him a sedative. I don’t know how he’ll react to the medicine, but for now he’s stable.”
“What can I do?”
“Keep his wounds cleaned, and his bandages fresh. I’m going to leave you some directions for the meds he’ll need.”
She nodded.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay here alone with him? Why don’t we get one of the boys up here?”
“No, Davin, you promised not to say anything. I only told you because I had to.”
“He’s a freaking alien.”
“Yes, one who risked his life to save mine. I’ve been alone with him for the past week and I’m no worse for wear.”
Davin narrowed his eyes.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“Yes, damn it!”
“Come here, Vi.”
Davin pulled her into a hug and she relished in the strength and comfort he provided.
“It’s going to be okay. Call me if there’s any change, and I’ll stop by daily. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I’ll call in to work.”
“No.” She shook her head. When Xan came to, they had a lot to discuss. The last thing they needed was an audience.
“Stubborn.”
“Aren’t all the O’Shea’s?”
“So true.” She let out a strained laugh.
Davin placed the duffle bag onto his shoulder and frowned.
“All right, I hate to do this, but I need to get out of here so I can get some rest before I head into my office.”
She grabbed his hand and gave a soft squeeze.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Remember if you need anything, call me.”
“I will.”
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