I slowly stood up. I needed to clean her up. Her hair sticking to her wounds was not a good thing. I needed to make sure her wound were clear from any foreign objects as it healed. I also needed to be able to see the full extent of her wounds to see if a healer was needed. I was half tempted to call one in anyway but I knew it would be a breech of Lace's trust to bring a stranger into our home, let alone into her inner den.
I headed into the kitchen, dodging the blood smears once more before I grabbed an old sheet. I set it on the table before I placed a pan across the sink and ran some warm water into it. I grabbed the sheet once more before tearing it into nicely shaped rectangles that I could use to cover Lace's wounds. I needed to be able to loosen her hair and the old blood without agitating her wounds to open again.
I quickly shut off the tap and placed several of the newly torn clothes in the pan before I carried it to the bedroom. Lace was still asleep and I set the pan on the bedside table. I stared at her for a moment, there were lines to her face and I could see sweat beading on her forehead. There was no peaceful look to her face, no vulnerability. Her expression carried an echo of the pain she must have been feeling.
I pulled a cloth from the pan and wrung it out lightly, making sure to keep it slightly more than damp. I gently placed it over her back. Air hissed from between her teeth as she arched into the bed slightly as if trying to escape from the damp fabric that I had placed on her.
"I know. I'm sorry my little bear eater." I had to commit to the action, there was no escape from the pain for her and I hated that I was the one giving it to her.
"Don't..." It was a rasping moan and I shushed her gently, trying my best to focus on my task rather than the lines that pain carved deep into her face.
"I'm sorry but I need to let it soak. Your hair is in the wounds and we need to make sure its free before you start healing." I kept my tone low and soothing and she let out another deep moan but it was mixed almost with a growl. I tried my hardest to ignore it as I reached for another cloth. I draped it over her, back, making sure to cover the area as best as I could as she gave another low growling moan of pain.
I folded the larger cloth slightly to make sure it stayed where I needed it. I looked at her back and noticed the edges of a claw mark poking out from under the cloth that wrapped around her side. I grabbed another cloth and gently moved some of her loose hair away. I inhaled sharply at the harsh brutality of the wounds on her rib cage.
The bear had gotten a solid hit on her. There were five clear claw marks where the bear had managed to hook her flesh. The bear's claws had gone deep enough that I could see it had actually marked her ribs. I could see where his claws had literally scrapped across her bones, leaving grooves in the surface. I winced when I saw the sheet sticking to her skin from where the blood had leaked. I couldn't see an actual wound under it and I gently peeled it back. Her muscles twitched and bunched and I carefully dabbed at the harsh wounds on her ribs. Her skin looked like shredded ribbons and the insides of the wounds looked like a bloody, pulpy mess.
"Don't." It came out as a gasping plea and she attempted to move her arm to fend me off. I grabbed her wrist quickly, stilling the movement so she couldn't tear her wounds open. Her pulse fluttered wildly under my fingertips and I shushed her gently as I carefully pressed the cloth to the wounds. Air hissed out from between her teeth again and her eyes cracked open. "Don't." Her gaze was unfocused and almost glazed with pain. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it as I cleaned the wounds as gently as I could.
"Don't. It... hurts." Her voice was slightly gasping and slurred. She tried to pull away from my grip but I pinned her wrist to the bed to prevent it. I hated seeing her in that much pain. I hated it.
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A Cold Wind Blows (Forgotten series, #3)
МистикаBook three of the Forgotten series ~ Weakness is not allowed in the Mountain packs. Living in the mountains, away from civilization and away from the eyes of mundanes. The Mountain packs are harsh and brutal. Shifter against shifter. Pack aga...