“Damn it!” Logan cursed his carelessness.
Putting his hands under the cold running water, he grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed not only at the bite, but at the remains of the black widow spider.
Drying his hands on a towel, he tried to think what to do. A tourniquet was used for a snakebite until antivenin was administered. He wasn’t sure if there was a shot for a black widow bite. Opening the door, he went to awaken Courtney.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he called her name. No response. He called again, louder. She rolled from her side to her back, but kept her eyes closed. Logan shook her shoulder and called her name again. This time she sat up, brushing the hair back away from her face.
She blinked and saw the concern in his eyes. “What is it?”
“What do you do for a spider bi
