“I’m not going to yell at you,” she said, through her teeth, clenched against the pain. “I think you’ll have to carry me, though. It’s starting to throb, and if I just try to lean on you you will want to carry me anyway.” It hurt so much now she felt nauseous. “Please?”
Nodding, he gingerly scooped her up into her arms and resisted the urge to kiss her tenderly on the forehead. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and winced, blackened, charcoal-coloured veins sticking out on his arms as he tried to take her pain away.
Just having the foot up off the ground seemed to make an enormous difference in the pain. Summer put one arm around his neck; he seemed to take comfort in holding her other wrist, so she let him do that. Carefully she sorted through the keys in that hand until she came up with the house key. “Onward, brave knight,” she murmured, and unlocked the door. Helios inspected Isaac’s feet as they went in, but didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
“Can you get me a wet paper towel and the first aid kit from under the sink, please?”