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bedroom when she asked, “Oh, and can you bring back a change of clothes for your brother?”   He gave her a sly and devilish look, which she refused to even acknowledge.  
    Apparently, Blake knew what needed to be done, because he shot out of there like a bullet, shutting the front door behind him.  
    Darby sped to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water and turned the burner on.   She headed across the hall to the linen closet and pulled out two towels and two wash cloths.   She set these on the bed and went back to the kitchen.   She grabbed a large bowl, the kettle, and the first aid kit.   Carrying all this, she went back to the bedroom to start to work.  
    I can’t lose him! she repeated over and over in her head. Then she thought, good thing I took that CPR/First Aid class last winter.   She folded one of the towels, making a small, but very thick pad. She knew it would be uncomfortable, but the weight of his body on the folded up towel on his back would be enough pressure to slow any bleeding down until she could bandage it.   She rolled him to his side and rolled him back onto the makeshift compress.   She hoped he wasn’t horribly uncomfortable.   She poured some hot water in the bowl and wet a washcloth and then began to clean the area around the wound.   The more she cleaned, the smaller the wound seemed to get.   Impossible , she thought. How can that be ? At this point she didn’t think it would be necessary to have stitches.   How is that possible?  
    She poured some hydrogen peroxide onto the wound, checked for splinters, covered the wound up with a gauze patch and taped it in place. Next, she rolled him to his side, taking the makeshift compress out from beneath him along with his shirt and proceeded to clean the wound as she had the front.   Here, too, the wound seemed smaller than it had been when she had put the compress on.   She cleaned it with hot water, checked for splinters, applied some hydrogen peroxide, and attached a gauze patch .   Amazing , she thought, the bleeding has almost completely stopped .  
    She rolled him on his back, trying not to touch his wounds too much. She covered him with the quilt at the foot of the bed after removing his shoes.   She looked at his beautiful angel face and turned out the light on the bedside table next to him.   She grabbed all the bandage leftovers, the kettle, bowl and towels, and disposed of them in all the proper places.   She set the kettle back on the stove, so she could have a cup of tea to settle her nerves.   She cleaned the bowl she had used earlier, put some cool water in it, and then grabbed another washcloth out of the linen closet. She set everything on the other nightstand opposite of her patient.   With her fingertips, she lightly brushed some stray hairs off of his face and applied the clean, cool washcloth to his forehead.  
    Harry jumped up on the bed.   She panicked, thinking Harry would do his ‘I want to be fed’ chest dance, but he seemed to know the seriousness of the situation and snuggled up against Devon’s body as if to offer him his warmth.  
    When she went into the kitchen to get some more cool water and make her tea, she decided to fill Harry’s food bowl. No need in pushing our luck, after all .   She returned to the bedroom and set her tea down on the nightstand.   She fluffed and propped up some pillows so that she could sit and read in bed.   Before she sat down, she grabbed a small wood chest off the dresser, set it on the bed, and grabbed the book of shadows.   She sat down, took a sip of tea, checked her patient, and started thumbing through the ancient tome for something that might help any pain Devon might be feeling.  
    She found a page with a list of stones and their healing capabilities.   Combine the stones with specific herbs in a small velvet pouch and the patient should heal rapidly.  
    Perfect.   She opened the wooden chest and retrieved a velvet pouch, the stones,