“If you can’t, I’ll carry you.” Ronnie’s thin arms tensed with strength as he hauled Court upright. “I don’t want to stay here longer than we have to. All this blood will attract more predators before long.”
Court threaded an arm around Ronnie’s waist as Ronnie draped his arm around Court’s shoulders. The wounded leg throbbed, but if Court kept the foot from touching the ground, the pain was bearable. “Adam said—”
“Adam was wrong,” Ronnie said. “Something got these men, didn’t it? I don’t want to be hanging around here when it decides to come back for seconds. Can you walk?”
Court leaned against Ronnie and, despite the pain wracking his body, found himself aroused at his friend’s closeness. It could’ve been worse, he told himself. It could’ve been Dizzy holding him so close. “I’ll manage.”
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