Bound by Spirit - Completed

33. A Little TLC

THE BROTHERS' POV

We made it to the apartment in record time, Van carefully carried Wren up the stairs and to the restroom. He sat her gently on the counter between the two sinks. All three of us stood in front of her accessing the damage. Her eyes were glistening with tears and she swayed slightly back and forth. Her pale skin was darkening further from the tight grip he had placed on her mouth and her cheek was swollen and bruising from a slap or hit to her face. Her lip was cut with a thin trickle of blood trailing down her chin and there were 4 puncture marks where he dug his claws into her cheek that also had red track marks from her blood. Her top was torn exposing her bra and the tops of her breasts. One was a perfect ivory shade without a scratch while the other was purple and blue from his crushing grip and also had puncture marks and some scratches from his claws. Her lower arms and hands were scraped with bits of red brick particles scattered over the raw surface. Looking in the mirror we could see her tattered dirty shirt back with splotches of red showing where the skin underneath had been abraded by the brick wall behind her. Her hair was wild and the back of it was matted. All of our eyes started to glow in our righteous anger. Gray's red, Ian's a golden amber and Van silver as we took in the damage that the little f*cker did to our mate.

Wren looked at us in a daze, her eyes flickering between us before she closed her eyes tightly '...crazy.' We heard part of her thoughts through the mind link. We consciously calmed ourselves and when she reopened her eyes, ours were no longer glowing. Ian reached into the cabinet to get a few soft washcloths.

Gray spoke quietly yet urgently. "Van, will you go get some extra strength pain relievers, gauze and antibiotic ointment maybe some iodine." We didn't have any of these things at our apartment as they are useless to us. Van is the fastest and can get to places unseen in practically an instant. He was the best choice for going to get these things from the store as he could be back in less time than a human could go to their kitchen and back.

Van leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Wren's brow at the same time silently saying the Angels healing chant. If they were mated he could give her some of his life force and heal her instantly but as it is his chant will speed it up by a few days at least. "Be back in just a moment Angel." He promised her.

Gray gently grasped her upper arms and looked into her eyes. "Wren, sweetheart. I'm going to need to cut off your shirt so we can tend to your back without hurting you more, okay?" She nodded and quietly spoke. "Sure, sure. Mmkay."

He grabbed some scissors from the drawer and carefully cut her shirt down the front and the sleeves so they could peel it off without having her move her arms. Ian used a damp washcloth to soak the areas that the shirt was sticking to her due to the blood, so they could take it off without pulling her skin. Van had reappeared with several medical items, a glass of water and 3 extra strength tablets. Getting Wren's attention, he put the tablets in her mouth and held the glass to her lips. She smiled at all three of them, "Thank you," she said in a strained whisper. '...so nice.' We received another snippet from her mind.

Gray – 'Our bond is growing faster and stronger than any I've ever heard of. There has never been a recorded instance of being able to mind link before the mating has taken place. Except of course if they are werewolves from the same pack. But even then it is separate from the mate link.'

Van – 'Our sweet girl is extraordinary.'

Ian worked on cleansing the scrapes on her left arm while Gray washed off her right. Once they had gotten all the dirt and brick particles out of both her arms Van helped her turn on the counter so they could look at her head. Gently parting the hair where it was matted with blood they could see a large bump with a cut on it from when her head was slammed into the wall. Biting back their curses they tried to figure out the best way to clean the wound. Van turned her back to face them. "Angel, we need to wash the wound on your head. We don't want to put pressure on your back so we think you should use the shower. Do you want to try to do it yourself or have one of us do it for you?"