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very careful, he picked up his brother under the arms trying not to disturb the arrow.  
    “We are going in my house straight back and to the right.   We need to get him on the bed.”
    Once they had reached the bed and got Devon onto it, she said, “Next you need to help me get him on his side.   We are going to have to pull the arrow all the way through.”  
    Blake looked puzzled.   She continued as if answering his question, “We have too.   Didn’t you watch any cowboy and Indian movies? If we pull it back, the tip will do more damage, so we need to pull it all the way through as if it shot completely through him.”  
    He still looked unsure and it was apparent he didn’t want to inflict any more pain on his brother than he had to.  
    “Would you just get over here, you big sissy, and help me?  
    The arrow has not hit his lung or his heart or we’d know it by now. Does he have an allergies or medical issues I should know about?” She asked.  
    “You mean, aside from the arrow?” He said with a smirk on his face.  
    “Well now, aren’t you a kick in the pants?   Seriously, we’re losing time and he’s losing blood.   Is there anything I should know?” she said again.  
    Blake looked completely blank.   Apparently when under pressure he wasn’t a very good liar, but more the comic relief.  
    “Yes, we are both allergic to wood,” he said, but he would not look her in the eyes. Blake ripped Devon’s shirt off being very careful around the arrow. He put the remnants of the shirt under Devon to protect the bedding from being bloodied.
    “Wood? In General? Not a specific wood?”
    “Pretty much all wood to some degree, some more and some less. However, I think this arrow was either Yew or dipped in a mixture of ground Yew seeds.   Did you see how fast he dropped?   It’s got to be Yew; nothing else would have done that to him. Yew is quite poisonous to both of us,” he said.
    They turned Devon on his side and she straddled his torso.  
    Blake looked confused, but he was up for anything that helped Devon.  
    “Okay – wood – specifically Yew wood, then why don’t you run to the garage.   There’s a workbench at the back with some big leather gloves hanging from a nail.   Grab those and while you’re there, in the tool box to the right of the bench, grab some pliers.”  
    He was gone in a flash and was back in a minute or two.   “Perfect. Now take the pliers and pull off the feather fletching at the back of the arrow.” Blake put one of the leather gloves on to hold the shaft steady while he carefully pulled the feathers off the arrow with the pliers.  
    “Okay, now put the other glove on and get a good grip on the arrow tip and shaft sticking out of his back. We don’t want you going into anaphylactic shock from the wood. Have you got a hold of the arrow?” she asked Blake.   He nodded.  
    “All right.   I’ve got him steady between my legs and I will hold his shoulders.   You pull the arrow as straight as you can – on three.”   She knew this was going to hurt Devon, but she hoped he would understand that this was the only way she knew to help him.    
    She looked at Blake. “Okay, deep breath.” They both inhaled then exhaled. “One, two, three!”  
    Blake pulled the arrow out with next to no effort, like a toothpick out of a piece of fruit – fluid and quick.  
    Devon howled with pain and passed out.  
    “It’s okay, Blake.   He’s passed out from the pain.   I can take care of him from here.   Now you go do what needs to be done with the Van Helsing guy.”  
    “Who?” Again he looked puzzled.  
    She was starting to wonder if this was just a normal look for him. “Van Helsing guy – The Crossbow Guy across the street.   Come on now, you saw him. Black hat, black leather duster, crossbow, classic Van Helsing look.” She rolled her eyes at having to explain.  
    Finally he nodded in acknowledgement.   He started to leave the