Chapter 15

Michael got the thick absorbent pads ready, placed one on Sam’s stomach, and gripped the other in his left hand. He slid it under Sam’s back and made sure to keep his fingers out of the way of the blade. Then he gripped the hilt with his right hand. He looked at Julie. She was white, but determined, and she took hold of the sword, too.

Together they pulled it free, and Michael trusted her to have it the moment he let go. He grabbed the extra pad and stanched the bleeding from Sam’s wound, pushing hard so he wouldn’t lose too much before his body started to heal.

“You’re in charge,” he said, never taking his eyes from Sam’s face. He hadn’t started to breathe yet, but it would happen at any moment. “Let me know if there’s an emergency.”

“I’ve got it, Mr. King.” Her voice was soft, and Michael didn’t spare her a glance as she left and took the sword with her. All his attention was focused on Sam.

Come on, sweetheart. Breathe.