“We’ll find it.” The wound seemed to have finally clotted and Riadh bandaged Dale’s foot. “You look really rough, hon’. Do you want me to help you to bed?”
Dale shook his head. “I should go back downstairs and look for the gun. I could probably use some help getting dressed though.” A hard shiver ran through him.
“Okay, but I still think you should go sit on the bed for at least a few minutes. I don’t want you to pass out walking down the stairs.”
A meek nod from Dale was the response.
Riadh guided him out of the bathroom and down the hall to the bedroom. Dale sank onto the bed, maintaining a grip on Riadh’s wrist. No wonder, after seeing Riadh ‘die,’ vanish, and now return to normal, Dale had to be illogically thinking the djinn might vanish again. Riadh stretched out on the bed and gently pulled Dale down with him. Wrapping both arms and one leg around Dale, Riadh held him for a long time, until the tremors in Dale’s body calmed.