Chapter 104. She Doesn't Love Me

"This will help take the edge off," Keane mumbled. "I'll clean you up as best I can while we ride, but I won't be able to stitch your wounds closed until we get you into a sterile environment."

Fuck. I should hope he didn't plan on doing any stitching right now. Not with the way the ATV was lurching over the rough terrain. I'd look like Frankenwolf by the time he was done, I thought, my mind a bit altered with the almost immediate effect of whatever drug he'd pumped into my brain. My head felt woozy and my exhaustion ratcheted up about ten notches.

Without warning, something cold was poured over the deep claw wounds in my shoulder, bringing me back to full awareness. Squeezing my eyes shut, body rigid, I cursed, "Fuck!"

"I know," Keane replied tightly, dabbing at the edges of the lacerations with gauze to remove the dirt and grime. "Just hang in there."

"He needs more for the pain," Ever snapped.

"I can give him another shot of morphine now," the healer