She rattles it off matter-of-factly. Diana can call that cold, but it's how some of us process and deliver data best.
The leg and arm were both shallow cuts. They hadn't required stitches and shouldn't scar, but hell, it's not like I'd notice a few more anyway.
The chest wound isn't as shallow, but Dalton pulled Jacob off before the blade penetrated far. It scraped my rib, which kept it from nicking my lung. I'm not going to bounce off to work in the morning, but I'll be fine. In the meantime, the fact that I am relatively unconcerned about my injuries suggests I got a nice dose of opiates while I was unconscious. Beth confirms that.
"I also did a transfusion," Beth says. "I have blood in the clinic, but since you're a universal recipient and someone was very eager to make amends for getting separated in the woods, I did a direct transfusion."
It takes a moment for me to realize whom she meant. Yep, they are good drugs. I glance at Dalton, and realize the slightly dazed look on his face is more than guilt and exhaustion.
"You didn't need to do that," I say.
He says nothing.
"You should go home," I say. "Rest."
"Casey's right," Beth says. "I'll call Will to help you home."
"I'm fine."
"Eric..." I say, and I start to insist, but I fade, slumping back onto the pillow. Beth tucks me in with, "Get some sleep. I'll send Eric home."
I wake to find Dalton still in the chair. Beth's gone and he's alert enough now that when I open my eyes, he's at my bedside.
"Didn't obey the doctor's orders, I see."
"I understand if you don't want me here--"
"No," I say. "I do. But you look ready to drop."
"I'm staying."
"Okay." I shift so he can sit on the bed. After some prodding, he does.
I say, "No one else knows about Jacob, do they?"
He shakes his head.
"Was it a long time ago?" I ask. "The separation?"
He nods and then blurts, "If I had any idea he'd ever--"
"You have a brother in the forest, Eric. One of the hostiles is your brother."
"He's not a--" He swallows the rest.
"Did it happen when you were kids?" I ask.
He nods.
"I'm going to guess he was either taken from the town or he wandered off, got lost out there, and was taken in by settlers."
He pauses so long I don't think I'm going to get an answer. Then he says, "Something like that."
"And he blames you. Maybe you were with him when he got lost or he just blames you for not coming after him."
"Something like--" He runs his hands through his hair, head dropping as he lets out a noise between a growl and a groan. "Jacob's not a hostile. He's never been-- What you saw out there-- I don't know what's happening, but that is not my brother."
"Okay."