The Key to My Hart

Chapter 11

"Let me look at your head." Rowan didn't fight me as I stood next to the bed and gently started combing through the matted hair caused by the blood. "The wound is shallow. Head injuries just bleed a lot. I wish there was something I could do to help clean this up. Maybe I can find some pain medicine somewhere and a first aid kit."

Rowan caught my fingers in his. "No. I don't want you risking yourself for my sake. I'll be fine. I've suffered worse."

"Just because you've suffered worse, doesn't mean you should suffer anymore." I snapped and pulled my hand away. "I meant what I said. You look like shit."

I wiped my hands on my pants trying to get the blood off. "That's weird." I muttered. There was still blood on one of my hands. The one that had been touching his wound. It was fresh blood. "Oh no. But that doesn't make any sense." I backed away.

Rowan watched me under hooded eyes. He blinked several times trying to focus. "What's wrong?" His voice was tired but sharp.

"Shit. Rowan." My heart hammered in my chest. "I witnessed everything go down between you and your family in that room. I dug my nails into my palm to help keep me grounded and stop me from charging into the room. They should have healed by now but one of my palms hasn't. Rowan... it's the hand I was using to poke at your wound. With all of your blood everywhere I didn't notice my blood was mixing with yours. It's not much but... I'm so sorry." I sobbed.

Rowan climbed to his feet, swayed a bit and reached out to steady himself. He wobbled a few feet to where I stood and wrapped his arms around me. "I don't care what happens. Maybe I'll get some cool powers or something and be able to rescue us from this mess. It's not your fault. I'm the one who dragged us into this by wanting to visit my family's graves." He kissed the top of my head.

"I think they must have rattled your brain a little too hard. You're showing affection." I tried to joke but it came out dry. "Let me help you back to the bed."

Rowan used me as support until he made it back and rolled onto the bed. "I know I shouldn't fall asleep in case I have a concussion, but I really am just exhausted."

"I'll sit here with you and watch over you." I promised. Gentle snores soon rattled around the room. While he slept, it gave me the chance to really look around. The walls were painted light blue and everything in here was white with blue accents. It was almost too tacky for my taste. The dresser and bedside table were both matching white with blue knobs for the drawers. The blankets and sheets on the bed were white with little blue designs. I could now see why this was called the blue room.

I looked over to where the servants door still stood wide open. The door was actually a bookcase. I'm sure, when shut, it probably looked as if it was a regular set of shelves. I was glad I hadn't shut the door because I didn't visibly see a way to open it. I didn't want to spend precious time trying to open the door if someone were to come.

I walked up to the large bay windows. They were nailed shut. Not that Rowan could have escaped in his state. It was a straight drop to the bottom anyways. Wouldn't kill us but might break a few bones. I would need to find a hammer to pry the nails up if we wanted to leave without notice. Otherwise I'd be happy breaking the window.

This room faced the back of the house. Someone had moved the Jeep next to a large barn. There were rolling acres filled with different types of livestock. Pigs, goats, cattle, horses, chickens, and even a separate fenced in area where the family was breeding deer. Only in Texas. There were seven large greenhouses to the right of the property. That must be where they grow their own food. Possibly year-round if they did things right.

If Rowan's family wasn't so crazy, this would be the perfect place to settle down at while there were still biters at large. A giant cabin in the back with men coming and going told me that must be where the ranch hands stayed. Away from the main family of course. They probably now stayed for their own safety since there was no monetary value in anything anymore.