Riadh cursed himself for not explaining better when he’d been shot. He should have understood that Dale would be severely traumatized by the event. Gods…hours had passed and Dale was still covered in dried blood and in shock so bad he was barely functional. Riadh wrapped both arms around and held him. “I’m fine. You’re not.”
He could have used some magic to clean Dale up but decided a more traditional method might be more comforting. Riadh led him into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower, stripping the bloody boxers off Dale’s body. He noticed the trail of bloody footprints across the tile. What? He pushed Dale down to sit on the toilet seat and lifted Dale’s foot. “You’re bleeding.”
There was fresh blood welling from a gash in the sole of the foot, not enough to be life t
