The brunette was thankfully light as Pearl caught her unconscious form in her lanky arms. Her gun slipping from her fingers but was immediately caught by a quick Stephen.
Amber-coloured eyes were drawn to the woman's face, particularly the small cut on her forehead that was bleeding profusely.
"Oh f*ck. Oh f*ck." Pearl cursed as she moved closer to examine the worrying wound marring her skin. "We need to get this..."
"Under the nightstand," rasped Predator, who was lying weakly in bed, his hand pointed shakily at the nightstand beside his bed.
Quickly, Pearl and Stephen lifted the brunette and guided her over to the large bed where Predator moved aside to give space for them to place her down.
Pearl crouched down to the brown nightshade and sure enough there was a first aid box placed
