Chapter 114
Cassie
Red faced and out of breath I rushed in front of Ian to move the babies from the bed so he could heave Julian on to it. Neither Niall or Noah stirred as I cradled them in my arms. It looked like neither one of them had woken up in the time we had been gone and I was glad of that.
Rushing off and leaving them was wrong and it could have gone very very badly. I wanted to hold them to me and never let them go but at the same time I didn’t want to touch them with my hands covered in blood.
Their fathers blood.
Rushing over to the giant desk I found one of the linen baskets by the far wall and carefully placed them in it. It would do for now as a make shift bed. In unison they opened their blue eyes and stared at me.
“I know you are hungry.” I whispered to them as behind me I heard Ian grunt as he lifted Julian’s giant wolf on to the bed. “But I just need you to be patient and not cry for a few more minutes.” I kissed each of their noses in turn. “Just a little while longer and you can meet your daddy.”
They blinked up at me like they understood me.
“Cassie.” Ian’s voice was urgent.
“A little while longer.” I promised them as I rushed towards my mate. “I’m coming.” I told Ian.
“He’s not bleeding so much but-“ he trailed off and I frowned. The bleeding had slowed down but it still matted his fur. Julian’s wolf was working hard to fix the damage but he needed some help.
“I’m going to need to clean and stitch up that wound.” I said quickly. “And then infections,” I shook my head. I’d been so stuck on getting him out of that cell that I hadn’t really thought about what I would do to fix him when I did.
“Your medical bag.” Ian crowed in triumph and rushed off to get it.
“I still need something to clean it. My tiny wipes aren’t going to do the trick and I need to shave his fur.”
“He would rather die.”
“He probably will. So I cut his fur down or we somehow make him shift back.” I began to pull things from the bag. Everything was basic but it would do for now. There was ever some antibiotics at the bottom. Half a course but it was something.
“I will cut his fur.” Ian shouldered me out of the way and knelt by the side of the bed. “The far less bookcase behind the big red leather bound book.” He said cryptically.
I let him get on with the shaving. Pulling the book away I stared open mouthed at what it hid.
“You’ve been hiding this the entire time.” I caught up one of the bottles of spirit and studied it. “I could have done with a drink.”
“You were pregnant.” He pointed out. “Not the scotch. Use the clear stuff. I think it’s vodka but it smells like pure-“
Opening the bottle I sniffed and reeled back. “Almost pure alcohol.” It didn’t smell drinkable but it would do to clean the stab wound and other cuts and slashes on my husbands body.
I set up on the floor. It wasn’t sterile but it was relatively clean. Alcohol, needle and thread, gauze and a small amount of bandage. I had no clue how I was going to keep a bandage in place on a giant wolf.
“Done.” Ian stepped back.
“Thank you.” Easily I took his place. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I unscrewed the vodka and tipped it straight on the stab wound.
Instantly Julian’s wolf’s eyes sprang open, he growled so loudly that it felt like my eardrums had burst. Gnashing his teeth at me , he knocked me flying with a swipe of his giant paws.
“Fuck.” I said winded. Staring wide eyed and terrified as Julian’s wolf towered over me. In the corner , away from danger the twins started to cry. Obviously sending the danger we were all suddenly in.
“Calm the fuck down.” Ian moved so fast I could barely see him. Wrapping his arms around Julian’s throat he squeezed until the wolves eyes bulged and his legs went from under him.
“Did you just kill him?” I whispered. Even saying the words sounded silly.
“Just knocked him out. But be quick.” Again Ian lifted Julian to the bed and this time I didn’t waste any time in getting my needle and thread.
The entire time Ian held him down. “I can’t believe I knocked the king out.” He mumbled.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Twice.” I pointed out. “But I’m sure he will understand.” I added.
“I hope so. Wouldn’t want to have to do it a third time. Hey.” Leaning forward he studied my stitches. “You are good at that. It’s really neat work.”
I shrugged. “Plenty of practice in med school. Never stitched up a wolf though. Will they even hold when he shifts back.”
“I have no idea.” Ian’s muscles bunched as the wolf began to struggle again. The animals eyes wide and murderous. “Fuck he needs to calm down.” Ian’s voice was strained. “Have you got anything that will knock him out medically?”
“I’m a doctor not a vet but if he keeps fighting then - just knock him out again. I only need a few more minutes. We will deal with the shift back when it happens.”
“Maybe your magic?”
“I can’t just summon it and I don’t feel it now.”
We lapsed into silence. Julian passed out again and I went to work quickly. Closing the wound finally I sat back on my haunches and stared at him.
“Done?” Ian asked.
“Done. I’m going to wash up quickly and feed the twins.” Standing up I stretched and my back cracked. “Can you do me a favour?”
“Anything.” Ian winked. “Within reason.”
“Pour me a drink. One , just one.” I held up a finger because I knew he was about to argue with me about me breast feeding and drinking.. “I think I deserve one drink.”
Ian stared at me for a second and then nodded. “You just saved the kings life. I think you deserve a drink.”
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