He frowned at her, and at himself for being so thickheaded. Mary was always sensitive to mood, and he was in a mood for violence. He looked down at Elizabeth whose eyes were closed, her face twisted in a grimace of pain. “Elizabeth!” he snapped at her. “Stay with me, love. I need for you to hold this," Charles said placing her hand over the makeshift bandage, he ran to the door.
Ciaran was leisurely strolling down the hall, and he made a point of sniffing ostentatiously. “Problem?” he asked with a smirk.
Charles rushed past him taking the back stairs two at a time. Once he was in the kitchen he chipped off a large chunk of ice and wrapped it in a clean towel, before practically flying back up the stairs to Elizabeth's room.
Ciaran was in the room, he was leaning against the bed with M
