Chapter 71
Tim shuffled his feet, feeling useless as Noah and Sergeant Loxwood brought the body back into the house. It was a huge relief to hand the crying infant over to his mother and then usher Bane into the kitchen to check his wounds again. Holding an ice pack to the gruesome lump on Bane’s head, he clucked in disapproval as he noticed that the dressing on his forearm was completely saturated. Again.
‘River again, I suppose,’ he sighed, wary of upsetting him further. A slight frown creased his friend’s pallid brow, but he didn’t comment. ‘Hold the ice,’ Tim instructed while he rummaged around for another dry bandage. Even as well-stocked as the first-aid kit was, they were going to run out of supplies quickly if he couldn’t keep him away from the water.
Suddenly Bane flinched, kno
