His hands fumbled blindly for my wrists, seized them.
DANNY! 😀
Hiya, man, how you doing?
He couldn’t see me with the blood in his eyes. That fact didn’t make me happy or relieved in the slightest, however it might have kept him from discovering my costumed identity.
…maybe.
“Taylor?”
“I’m here. Don’t move too much. I’m going to see what I can do.”
“I might have to call in help from this one guy I know who’s really good at burning people’s faces off. He should be done burning off Lisa’s by now.”
“Are you okay?”
“Not even scratched.”
“How?”
“I was protected by some widows down the street.”
I could see him sagging with relief.
“You were right,” he said. He tried to stand, and I pushed him back down.
That she was – somehow…
“Stay still,” I said. “At least until we can be sure there’s nothing more serious.”
“Right,” he mumbled. “You took that first aid class.”
You have no idea how handy that’s been these last few months, Danny!
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