** Paige’s POV **
Poppy washes her hands before putting the equipment in a bowl and pouring boiling water over it. She kneels beside Leo again, her face pale, but her hands are steady. She sucks in a breath, closing her eyes and muttering a prayer before her eyes snap open and she looks down at Leo with determination. “Okay, move your hands.”
I move back, grimacing at the blood now that the pressure isn’t slowing it.
“He’s going to need a blood transfusion, although I don’t know if your vet can even find suitable blood for him. I’d suggest calling ahead to give them some time to source some,” she says as she examines the wound.
“I’ll do it,” Callen says without hesitation. Poppy may think he’s agreeing to call the vet, but I know what he really means. He plans to donate his own blood t
