Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Well, on the bright side,” I dab a cotton swab on the slowly healing wound on Quill’s arm, “nobody is dead.”

Beth looks up from where Kathleen is helping with the gash on her leg. “You can say that again. I think my wound should close up in another day. What about you, Isabel?”

We all look in her direction. Anderson has been fussing over her for the past twenty minutes. He’s not letting anyone disinfect the bite on his arm.

“Her swelling is going down,” he says abruptly, his voice tense. “Her open wounds are healing fast. Maybe another couple of hours.”

I frown. That’s pretty fast considering how badly she was injured.

“Once you’re done with her,” I look at Anderson, “let me take a look at you.”

“I’m fine,” he says tightly.

Irritation flickers through me. “I’m sure you are. But you are a part of this group, and you also got hurt. So, if you have a problem with me patching you up, then Quill can do it once I’m done with him.”