“Summer, you’re hurt—let me help!”
“How?” she started to snap, and then he was touching her, and the pain seeped away. Literally seeped, running into his skin and veins and sliding away into him, and she gaped for a second before snapping her mouth shut.
“Are they gone?” she asked instead. She needed to put pressure on the slice to stop it bleeding, but it was too long to just compress with one hand. They had to get back home before she could do anything about it.
Isaac winced as her pain trailed up his arm. It wasn’t as bad as Summer had felt it, but taking away her agony was bound to leave him with a fraction of it. He tried to ignore the discomfort, focussing on his injured pack mate. “Yeah, I think we lost them. I don’t know what they were trying to do — but that doesn’t matter…so long as we’re both okay. I’ll stitch that up for you, if you want.” he offered, gesturing to her wound.
“We need to get home,” she murmured. With the edge of the pain gone, she felt nauseous. Although the bloodflow was slowing, she needed to wash off the cut and see how deep it was. She put her other hand on Isaac’s shoulder and pushed herself to her feet. “Yep, shock setting in,” she said, swallowing hard.
Summer never had been able to make up her mind whether the clarity she had in an emergency was a blessing or an annoyance. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she turned and started for the house. “Come on. You can’t stitch it up out here.”