“You need to get the boy warm,” he said, and coughed slightly to clear his throat, rough with tears. “Take him into town. We’ll follow.”
“He won’t wake up…”
Nico winced for the desperate tone of John’s voice. “He will. Piter’s forgotten him.” He flicked a glance at the house almost lost from sight in the swirling snow. “His mind is elsewhere.”
“I can stay—”
“Get the boy safe. I’ll see to Piter.”
“But—” John closed his lips on his protest at Nico’s impatient look. They turned and trudged the short distance to the truck, Nico leaving them there and making his way to the snow-covered porch. He heard the truck door open and a moment later slam shut; then he put the doctor and his son from his mind, shoving open the front door to the house.16