Chapter 15-2
“It just grazed you,” Sylvia murmured. Her touch was wonderful but whatever was on the cloth stung, and made his eyes water again. Stung so much it made her eyes water, too. “Good thing we saved the sticking plaster for something more serious, eh?” She gave a watery chuckle. He brushed her tear away with his thumb. “Yes,” he whispered. The sticking plaster applied and bandage wrapped around his head, she turned her attention to his wrists, rubbing ointment where the rope had left raw marks. Sawyer thumped him on the shoulder. “Good thing ye’ve a hard head, laddie.” “Yes,” Tony murmured. He glanced up at the room full of people, all faces and names he knew but couldn’t quite connect one to the other at the moment. They didn’t seem to mind, as they continued to talk amongst themselves,
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