Fifteen minutes later, he was once again laying Kali on the bed in the makeshift medical unit set up at the National Guard Armory. He had to press his lips tightly together to prevent the coarse words he wanted to unleash on Patch. The healer was muttering under his breath about what a sorry piece of work Razor was for not taking better care of his Amate. Cutter, who had followed them in, didn’t bother hiding the chuckle that escaped.
“Just heal her!” Razor barked out.
“Why? So you can let her get beaten up again?” Patch retorted angrily as he pulled the medical tray closer. “Maybe if I don’t, she can remain safe here in medical.”
“Darling, that girl is going to find trouble no matter where she is,” Chelsea said as she walked into the room. “She’s got too much fire to be tied down.”
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